C. VI

And so my witte wex and wanyed • till a foie were, And somme lakked my lyf • allowed it fewe, And leten me for a lorel • and loth to reuerencen Lordes or ladyes • or any lyf elles, As persones in pellure • with pendauntes of syluer ; To seriauntz ne to suche • seyde noughte ones, « God loke yow lordes !» 'ne louted faire ; That folke helden me a foie * and in that folye I raued, Til Resoun hadde reuthe on me * and rokked me aslepe.