Aurelius, which yet despaired is Whe’er 3347 he shall have his love, or fare amiss, Awaited night and day on this mirácle: And when he knew that there was none obstácle, That voided 3348 were these rockës every one, Down at his master’s feet he fell anon, And said; “I, woeful wretch’d Aurelius, Thank you, my Lord, and lady mine Venús, That me have holpen from my carës cold.” And to the temple his way forth hath he hold’, Where as he knew he should his lady see. And when he saw his time, anon right he With dreadful 3349 heart and with full humble cheer 3350 Saluteth hath his sovereign lady dear. “My rightful Lady,” quoth this woeful man, “Whom I most dread, and love as I best can, And lothest were of all this world displease,