He yaf, he sende, he spak be mouthe,

Bot yit for oght that evere he couthe

So that he caste his hope aweie, 3540

Withinne his herte and gan despeire

Fro dai to dai, and so empeire,

That he thurgh strengthe of love lasseth

His wit, and resoun overpasseth.

As he which of his lif ne rowhte,