So that thi love thar noght pleine: 3180

Is evere, and wolde that non ende

Wherof that thou be war the bet,

Hou love and Slep acorden noght.

With Aurora that swete may 3190

Bot whanne it drogh toward the liht,

For lust of love, and thus he seide:

"O Phebus, which the daies liht