My conning 3799 is so weak, O blissful queen, For to declarë thy great worthiness, That I not may the weight of it sustene; But as a child of twelvemonth old, or less, That can unnethës 3800 any word express, Right so fare I; and therefore, I you pray, Guidë my song that I shall of you say.

There was in Asia, in a great citý, Amongës Christian folk, a Jewery, 3801 Sustained by a lord of that countrý, For foul usure, and lucre of villainy, Hateful to Christ, and to his company; And through the street men mightë ride and wend, 3802 For it was free, and open at each end.