Of women, for they wepten ever-in-one: 498 And in his gentle heart he thought anon, And soft unto himself he saidë: “Fie Upon a lord that will have no mercy, But be a lion both in word and deed, To them that be in répentance and dread, As well as to a proud dispiteous 499 man That will maintainë what he first began. That lord hath little of discretión, That in such case can no división: 500 But weigheth pride and humbless after one.” 501 And shortly, when his ire is thus agone, He gan to look on them with eyen light, 502 And spake these samë wordës all on height. 503