But now to purpose, as I first began. This worthy Phoebus did all that he can To pleasë her, weening, through such pleasánce, And for his manhood and his governánce, That no man should have put him from her grace; But, God it wot, there may no man embrace As to distrain 4954 a thing, which that natúre Hath naturally set in a creatúre. Take any bird, and put it in a cage, And do all thine intent, and thy coráge, 4955 To foster it tenderly with meat and drink Of allë dainties that thou canst bethink, And keep it all so cleanly as thou may; Although the cage of gold be never so gay, Yet had this bird, by twenty thousand fold, Lever 4956 in a forést, both wild and cold, Go eatë wormës, and such wretchedness. For ever this bird will do his business T’ escape out of his cage when that he may: