4123   ffor whilom with this rose, Allas,
4124   I touched nose, mouth, and face;
4125   But now the deth I must Abyde.
4126   But love consente, another tyde,
4127   That onys I touche may and kisse,
4128   I trowe my peyne shall nev lisse.
4129   Theron is all my coveitise,
4130   Which brent myn herte in many wise.
4131   Now shal repaire agayn sighinge,
4132   Long wacche on nyghtis, and no slepinge;
4133   Thought in wisshing, torment, and woo,
4134   With many a turnyng to and froo,
4135   That half my peyne I can not telle.
4136   ffor I am fallen into helle
4137   ffrom paradys and welthe, the more
4138   My turment greveth; more and more
4139   Anoieth now the bittirnesse,
4140   That I toforn have felt swetnesse.
4141   And wikkid tunge, thurgh his falshede,
4142   Causeth all my woo and drede.
4143   On me he leieth a pitous charge,
4144   Bi cause his tunge was to large.
4145   Now it is tyme, shortly that I
4146   Telle you som thyng of Ielousie,