And in his folkes furtheringes, And in hir matere al devysest, And noght him nor his folk despysest, (130) Although thou mayst go in the daunce Of hem that him list not avaunce. 640 'Wherfor, as I seyde, y-wis, Iupiter considereth this, And also, beau sir, other thinges; That is, that thou hast no tydinges Of Loves folk, if they be glade, 645 Ne of noght elles that god made; And noght only fro fer contree That ther no tyding comth to thee, (140) But of thy verray neyghebores, That dwellen almost at thy dores, 650 Thou herest neither that ne this; For whan thy labour doon al is, And hast y-maad thy rekeninges, In stede of reste and newe thinges, Thou gost hoom to thy hous anoon; 655 And, also domb as any stoon, Thou sittest at another boke, Til fully daswed is thy loke, (150) And livest thus as an hermyte, Although thyn abstinence is lyte. 660 'And therfor Ioves, through his grace, Wol that I bere thee to a place, Which that hight THE HOUS OF FAME, To do thee som disport and game, In som recompensacioun 665 Of labour and devocioun That thou hast had, lo! causeles, To Cupido, the reccheles! (160) And thus this god, thorgh his meryte, Wol with som maner thing thee quyte, 670 So that thou wolt be of good chere. For truste wel, that thou shalt here, When we be comen ther I seye, Mo wonder thinges, dar I leye, Of Loves folke mo tydinges, 675 Bothe soth-sawes and lesinges; And mo loves newe begonne, And longe y-served loves wonne, (170) And mo loves casuelly That been betid, no man wot why, 680 But as a blind man stert an hare; And more Iolytee and fare, Whyl that they finde love of stele, As thinketh hem, and over-al wele; Mo discords, and mo Ielousyes, 685 Mo murmurs, and mo novelryes, And mo dissimulaciouns, And feyned reparaciouns; (180) And mo berdes in two houres Withoute rasour or sisoures 690 Y-maad, then greynes be of sondes; And eke mo holdinge in hondes, And also mo renovelaunces Of olde forleten aqueyntaunces; Mo love-dayes and acordes 695 Then on instruments ben cordes; And eke of loves mo eschaunges Than ever cornes were in graunges; (190) Unethe maistow trowen this?'-- Quod he.