Wher that he mihte nevere arise;

Wherof for thou thee schalt avise,

Er thou so with thiself misfare,

Whan Slowthe hath don al that he may

To dryve forth the longe day, 3390

He loketh hou his time is lore,

That he withinne his thoght conceiveth

Tristesce, and so himself deceiveth,