Long was the sobbing and the bitter pain, Ere that their woeful heartës mightë cease; Great was the pity for to hear them plain, 1723 Through whichë plaintës gan their woe increase. I pray you all my labour to release, I may not tell all their woe till to-morrow, I am so weary for to speak of sorrow.

But finally, when that the sooth is wist, 1724 That Alla guiltless was of all her woe, I trow an hundred timës have they kiss’d, And such a bliss is there betwixt them two, That, save the joy that lasteth evermo’, There is none like, that any creatúre Hath seen, or shall see, while the world may dure.