And with that word the foulë fiend him hent. 2246 Body and soul, he with the devil went, Where as the Sompnours have their heritage; And God, that maked after his imáge Mankindë, save and guide us all and some, And let this Sompnour a good man become. Lordings, I could have told you (quoth this Frere), Had I had leisure for this Sompnour here, After the text of Christ, and Paul, and John, And of our other doctors many a one, Such painës, that your heartës might agrise, 2247 Albeit so, that no tongue may devise⁠— 2248 Though that I might a thousand winters tell⁠— The pains of thilkë 2249 cursed house of hell. But for to keep us from that cursed place Wake we, and pray we Jesus, of his grace, So keep us from the tempter, Satanas. Hearken this word, beware as in this case. The lion sits in his await