And by night, echoon, unshette; Ne porter ther is non to lette No maner tydings in to pace; 1955 Ne never reste is in that place, That hit nis fild ful of tydinges, Other loude, or of whispringes; And, over alle the houses angles, Is ful of rouninges and of Iangles (870) 1960 Of werre, of pees, of mariages, Of reste, of labour, of viages, Of abood, of deeth, of lyfe, Of love, of hate, acorde, of stryfe, Of loos, of lore, and of winninges, 1965 Of hele, of sekenesse, of bildinges, Of faire windes, of tempestes, Of qualme of folk, and eek of bestes; Of dyvers transmutaciouns Of estats, and eek of regiouns; (880) 1970 Of trust, of drede, of Ielousye, Of wit, of winninge, of folye; Of plentee, and of greet famyne, Of chepe, of derth, and of ruyne; Of good or mis governement, 1975 Of fyr, of dyvers accident. And lo, this hous, of whiche I wryte, Siker be ye, hit nas not lyte; For hit was sixty myle of lengthe; Al was the timber of no strengthe, (890) 1980 Yet hit is founded to endure Whyl that hit list to Aventure, That is the moder of tydinges, As the see of welles and springes,-- And hit was shapen lyk a cage. 1985 'Certes,' quod I, 'in al myn age, Ne saugh I swich a hous as this.' And as I wondred me, y-wis, Upon this hous, tho war was I How that myn egle, faste by, (900) 1990 Was perched hye upon a stoon; And I gan streighte to him goon And seyde thus: 'I preye thee That thou a whyl abyde me For goddes love, and let me seen 1995 What wondres in this place been; For yit, paraventure, I may lere Som good ther-on, or sumwhat here That leef me were, or that I wente.' 'Peter! that is myn entente,' (910) 2000 Quod he to me; 'therfor I dwelle; But certein, oon thing I thee telle, That, but I bringe thee ther-inne, Ne shalt thou never cunne ginne To come in-to hit, out of doute, 2005 So faste hit whirleth, lo, aboute. But sith that Ioves, of his grace, As I have seyd, wol thee solace Fynally with [swiche] thinges, Uncouthe sightes and tydinges, (920) 2010 To passe with thyn hevinesse; Suche routhe hath he of thy distresse, That thou suffrest debonairly-- And wost thy-selven utterly Disesperat of alle blis, 2015 Sith that Fortune hath maad a-mis The [fruit] of al thyn hertes reste Languisshe and eek in point to breste-- That he, through his mighty meryte, Wol do thee ese, al be hit lyte, (930) 2020 And yaf expres commaundement,