Which to the lieve and to the lothe Yifth of the swete and of the soure, That some lawhe, and some loure. But for so moche as he blind is, Fulofte time he goth amis 350 And takth the badde for the goode, Which hindreth many a mannes fode Withoute cause, and forthreth eke. So be ther some of love seke,[732] Whiche oghte of reson to ben hole, And some comen to the dole In happ and as hemselve leste[733] Drinke undeserved of the beste.[734] And thus this blinde Boteler Yifth of the trouble in stede of cler 360 And ek the cler in stede of trouble: Lo, hou he can the hertes trouble, And makth men drunke al upon chaunce[735] Withoute lawe of governance. If he drawe of the swete tonne, Thanne is the sorwe al overronne Of lovedrunke, and schalt noght greven[736] So to be drunken every even, For al is thanne bot a game. Bot whanne it is noght of the same, 370 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 14=] And he the biter tonne draweth, Such drunkeschipe an herte gnaweth And fiebleth al a mannes thoght, That betre him were have drunke noght And al his bred have eten dreie; For thanne he lest his lusti weie[737] With drunkeschipe, and wot noght whider To go, the weies ben so slider, In which he mai per cas so falle,[738] That he schal breke his wittes alle. 380 And in this wise men be drunke After the drink that thei have drunke:[739] Bot alle drinken noght alike, For som schal singe and som schal syke, So that it me nothing merveilleth, Mi Sone, of love that thee eilleth; For wel I knowe be thi tale,[740] That thou hast drunken of the duale, Which biter is, til god the sende Such grace that thou miht amende. 390 [Sidenote: [PRAYER. BACCHUS IN THE DESERT.]] Bot, Sone, thou schalt bidde and preie In such a wise as I schal seie, That thou the lusti welle atteigne Thi wofull thurstes to restreigne Of love, and taste the swetnesse; As Bachus dede in his distresse, Whan bodiliche thurst him hente [Sidenote: Nota hic qualiter potus aliquando sicienti precibus adquiritur. Et narrat in exemplum quod, cum Bachus de quodam bello ab oriente repatrians in quibusdam Lubie partibus alicuius generis potum non inuenit, fusis ad Iouem precibus, apparuit ei Aries, qui terram pede percussit,[742] statimque fons emanauit; et sic potum petenti peticio preualuit.] In strange londes where he wente. This Bachus Sone of Jupiter Was hote, and as he wente fer 400 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 15=] Be his fadres assignement To make a werre in Orient, And gret pouer with him he ladde, So that the heiere hond he hadde And victoire of his enemys,