4791   Right nought am I, thurgh youre doctrine;
4792   I dulle under youre discipline;
4793   I wote no more than wist ever,
4794   To me so contrarie and so fer
4795   Is every thing that ye me lere;
4796   And yit I can it all ptuere.
4797   Myne herte foryetith therof right nought,
4798   It is so writen in my thought;
4799   And depe greven it is so tendir
4800   That all by herte I can it rendre,
4801   And rede it over comunely;
4802   But to my silf lewedist am I.
4803   'But sith ye love discreven so,
4804   And lak and preise it, bothe twoo,
4805   Defyneth it into this letter,
4806   That I may thenke on it the bett;
4807   ffor I herde never diffyned heere,
4808   And wilfully I wolde it lere.'
4809   'If love be serched wel and sought,
4810   It is a sykenesse of the thought
4811   Annexed and kned bitwixt tweyne,
4812   With male and female, with oo cheyne,
4813   So frely that byndith, that they nyll twynne,
4814   Whether so therof they leese or wynne.