And took it well, since that it mustë be. As I best might, I hid from him my sorrow, And took him by the hand, Saint John to borrow, 3190 And said him thus; ‘Lo, I am yourës all; Be such as I have been to you, and shall.’ What he answér’d, it needs not to rehearse; Who can say bet 3191 than he, who can do worse? When he had all well said, then had he done. Therefore behoveth him a full long spoon, That shall eat with a fiend; thus heard I say. So at the last he mustë forth his way, And forth he flew, till he came where him lest. When it came him to purpose for to rest, I trow that he had thilkë text in mind, That allë thing repairing to his kind Gladdeth himself; 3192 thus say men, as I guess; Men love of [proper] kind newfangleness, 3193 As birdës do, that men in cages feed.