with love offended most, That e’er was any living creature: For she, that doth 691 me all this woe endure, Ne recketh ne’er whether I sink or fleet. 692 And well I wot, ere she me mercy hete, 693 I must with strengthë win her in the place: And well I wot, withoutë help or grace Of thee, ne may my strengthë not avail: Then help me, lord, to-morr’w in my bataille, For thilkë fire that whilom burned thee, As well as this fire that now burneth me; And do 694 that I to-morr’w may have victóry. Mine be the travail, all thine be the glory. Thy sovereign temple will I most honoúr Of any place, and alway most laboúr In thy pleasance and in thy craftës strong. And in thy temple I will my banner hong, 695