O false dissimuler, O Greek Sinón, 4373 That broughtest Troy all utterly to sorrow! O Chanticleer! accursed be the morrow That thou into thy yard flew from the beams; 4374 Thou wert full well y-warned by thy dreams That thilkë day was perilous to thee. But what that God forewot 4375 must needës be, After th’ opinion of certain clerkës. Witness on him that any perfect clerk is, That in school is great altercatión In this matter, and great disputatión, And hath been of an hundred thousand men. But I ne cannot boult it to the bren, 4376 As can the holy doctor Augustine, Or Boece, or the bishop Bradwardine, 4377 Whether that Goddë’s worthy foreweeting 4378 Straineth me needly