God better wot than my pen can report, Wisdom, largesse estate, and conyng sure In every point so guided her measure, XXXV. An other while the little nightingale, That sat upon the twiggis, would I chide, In word, in deed, in shape, in conten- And say right thus, Where are thy notis Should thou then cease, it were great Sen when ye go, there is nought else than;7 5 Have pity. 6 Unknown. 7 For then. 8 May not follow the heart through. 9 Oughtest not. LIII. The long day thus gan I pry and pore, Till Phebus ended had his beamès bright And bade go farewell every leaf and flower, I went my way, was nothing me ageyne,' And hastily by both the armès twain, I was araisèt up into the air, III. This is to say, approach gan the night, Ascending upward ay from sphere to And Hesperus his lampis gan to light, When in the window, still as any stone, I bade at length, and kneeling made my moan. sphere, |
