7551   For if he thoughte harm, parfay,
7552   He wolde come and gon al day;
7553   He coude him-selfe nat Abstene.
7554   Now cometh he nat, and that is sene,
7555   For he ne taketh of it no cure,
7556   But-if it be through Aventure,
7557   And lasse than other folk, Algate.
7558   And thou here watchest at the gate,
7559   With spere in thyne arest Alway;
7560   There muse, musard, al the day.
7561   Thou wakest night and day for thought;
7562   Y-wis, thy traveyl is for nought.
7563   And Ielousye, withouten faile,
7564   Shal never quyte thee thy travaile.
7565   And scathe is, that Fair-Welcoming,
7566   Withouten any trespassing,
7567   Shal wrongfully in prison be,
7568   Ther wepeth and languissheth he.
7569   And though thou never yet, y-wis,
7570   Agiltest man no more but this,
7571   (Take not a-greef) it were worthy
7572   To putte thee out of this baily,
7573   And afterward in prison lye,
7574   And fettre thee til that thou dye;