1133 and liquorice, To smellë sweet, ere he had combed his hair. Under his tongue a truë love 1134 he bare, For thereby thought he to be gracious. Then came he to the carpentérë’s house, And still he stood under the shot window; Unto his breast it raught, 1135 it was so low; And soft he coughed with a semisoún’. 1136