4743   Also a swete helle it is,
4744   And a soroufull paradys;
4745   A plesaunt gayl and esy prisoun,
4746   And, full of froste, somer sesoun;
4747   Pryme temps, full of frostes white,
4748   And May, devoide of al delite,
4749   With seer braunches, blossoms ungrene;
4750   And newe fruyt, fillid with wynter tene.
4751   It is a slowe, may not forbere
4752   Ragges, ribaned with gold, to were;
4753   ffor also well wole love be sette
4754   Under ragges as riche rochette;
4755   And eke as wel by Amourettes
4756   In mournyng blak, as bright burnettes.
4757   ffor noon is of so mochel pris,
4758   Ne no man founden so wys,
4759   Ne noon so high is of parage,
4760   Ne no man founde of witt so sage,
4761   No man so hardy ne so wight,
4762   Ne no man of so mychel myght,
4763   Noon so fulfilled of bounte,
4764   That he with love may daunted be.
4765   Al the world holdith this way;
4766   Love makith alle to goon myswey,