Alein the clerk, that heard this melody, He poked John, and saidë: “Sleepest thou? Heardest thou ever such a song ere now? Lo what a compline 1315 is y-mell 1316 them all. A wildë fire upon their bodies fall, Who hearken’d ever such a ferly 1317 thing? Yea, they shall have the flow’r of ill ending! This longë night there tidës 1318 me no rest. But yet no force, 1319 all shall be for the best. For, John,” said he, “as ever may I thrive, If that I may, yon wenchë will I swive. 1320 Some easëment has law y-shapen 1321