The Sunday night, ere day began to spring, When Palamon the larkë heardë sing, Although it were not day by hourës two, Yet sang the lark, and Palamon right tho 636 With holy heart, and with an high couráge, Arose, to wenden 637 on his pilgrimage Unto the blissful Cithera benign, I meanë Venus, honourable and digne. 638 And in her hour 639 he walketh forth a pace Unto the listës, where her temple was, And down he kneeleth, and with humble cheer 640 And heartë sore, he said as ye shall hear.