_From_ A. 71-80. For trusteth wel, I ne have nat undertake (B. 188) As of the leef, ageyn the flour, to make; Ne of the flour to make, ageyn the leef, +No more than of the corn ageyn the sheef. For, as to me, is leefer noon ne lother; 75 I am with-holde yit with never nother. I not who serveth leef, ne who the flour; That nis nothing the entent of my labour. For this werk is al of another tunne, Of olde story, er swich stryf was begunne. 80 _From_ A. 93-96. And that the sonne out of the south gan weste, And closed was the flour and goon to reste For derknesse of the night, of which she dredde, +Hoom to myn hous ful swiftly I me spedde _From_ A. 106. To seen that flour, as ye han herd devyse. _From_ A. 97-104. +And, in a litel erber that I have, Y-benched newe with turves fresshe y-grave, +I bad men shulde me my couche make; +For deyntee of the newe someres sake, 100 +I bad hem strowe floures on my bed. +Whan I was layd, and had myn eyen hed, I fel a-slepe within an houre or two. Me mette how I was in the medew tho, *Til at the laste a larke song above: 141 *'I see,' quod she, 'the mighty god of love! *Lo! yond he cometh, I see his winges sprede!' _From_ A. 106. To seen that flour, as ye han herd devyse,