That art so pale and deadly for to see? Why cried’st thou? who hath thee done offence? For Goddë’s love, take all in patience Our prison, 335 for it may none other be. Fortune hath giv’n us this adversity’. Some wick’ 336 aspéct or dispositión Of Saturn, by some constellatión, Hath giv’n us this, although we had it sworn, So stood the heaven when that we were born, We must endure; this is the short and plain.”