3132 Made the sun to seem ruddy and broad: But, natheless, it was so fair a sight That it made all their heartës for to light, 3133 What for the season and the morrowning, And for the fowlës that she heardë sing. For right anon she wistë 3134 what they meant Right by their song, and knew all their intent. The knottë, 3135 why that every tale is told, If it be tarried 3136 till the lust 3137 be cold Of them that have it hearken’d after yore, 3138 The savour passeth ever longer more, For fulsomness of the prolixitý: And by that samë reason thinketh me