Then seemed it ye had a great cherté 3257 Toward mankind; but how then may it be That ye such meanës make it to destroy? Which meanës do no good, but ever annoy. I wot well, clerkës will say as them lest, 3258 By arguments, that all is for the best, Although I can the causes not y-know; But thilkë 3259 God that made the wind to blow, As keep my lord, this is my conclusión: To clerks leave I all disputatión: But would to God that all these rockës blake Were sunken into hellë for his sake! These rockës slay mine heartë for the fear.” Thus would she say, with many a piteous tear.