So having said, as one from sad dismay
Recomforted, and after thoughts disturbd Submitting to what seemd remediless, Thus in calme mood his Words to EVE he turnd.
O Sely Ankir, that in thi selle, Iclosed art with stoon and gost not out, Thou maist ben gladder so forto dwelle Then y with wanton wandryng bus abowt That haue me pikid amongis be rowt An endless woo withouten
recomfort, That of my poore lijf y stonde in dowt.
Thus did the courteous Knight excuse his blame, And to
recomfort him, all comely meanes did frame.