Twenty times better; but once in special,
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
And softly said, "Dear heart, how like you this?"
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.
That now are wild and do not remember
Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
That sometime they put themself in danger
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And she also, to use newfangleness.
Busily seeking with a continual change.
It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
But all is turned thorough my gentleness