Which nothing helpeth ate nede?

And thus for oght is yit befalle,

Mi reson and my cause demeth. 1770

Mi Sone, I have herd thi matiere,

Of that thou hast thee schriven hiere:

Me semeth that thou tharst noght care,

Bot only that thou miht noght spede.

And therof, Sone, I wol thee rede,