For ever the latter end of joy is woe: God wot that worldly joy is soon y-go: And, if a rhetor 4364 couldë fair indite, He in a chronicle might it safely write, As for a sov’reign notability. 4365 Now every wise man, let him hearken me; This story is all as true, I undertake, As is the book of Launcelot du Lake, That women hold in full great reverence. Now will I turn again to my senténce.