Than haddest thou the gates stoke Fro such Sotie as comth to winne Thin hertes wit, which is withinne, 540 Wherof that now thi love excedeth Mesure, and many a peine bredeth. Bot if thou cowthest sette in reule Tho tuo, the thre were eth to reule: Forthi as of thi wittes five I wole as now nomore schryve, Bot only of these ilke tuo. Tell me therfore if it be so, Hast thou thin yhen oght misthrowe?[290] [Sidenote: Amans.] Mi fader, ye, I am beknowe, 550 I have hem cast upon Meduse, Therof I may me noght excuse: Min herte is growen into Ston, So that my lady therupon Hath such a priente of love grave, That I can noght miselve save. [Sidenote: Opponit Confessor.] What seist thou, Sone, as of thin Ere? [Sidenote: Respondet Amans.] Mi fader, I am gultyf there; For whanne I may my lady hiere, Mi wit with that hath lost his Stiere: 560 I do noght as Uluxes dede, Bot falle anon upon the stede, Wher as I se my lady stonde; And there, I do yow understonde, [Sidenote: =P. i. 61=] I am topulled in my thoght, So that of reson leveth noght, Wherof that I me mai defende. [Sidenote: Confessor.] My goode Sone, god thamende: For as me thenketh be thi speche Thi wittes ben riht feer to seche. 570 As of thin Ere and of thin yhe I woll nomore specefie, Bot I woll axen overthis Of othre thing how that it is. [Sidenote: [THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS. PRIDE.]] v. _Celsior est Aquila que Leone ferocior ille,_[291] _Quem tumor elati cordis ad alta mouet._ _Sunt species quinque, quibus esse Superbia ductrix_ _Clamat, et in multis mundus adheret eis._ _Laruando faciem ficto pallore subornat_ _Fraudibus Ypocrisis mellea verba suis._ _Sicque pios animos quamsepe ruit muliebres_ _Ex humili verbo sub latitante dolo._[292]