Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. ' And with a sorwful syk she seyde thrye, `A! Lord! What xvido c onbi is tid a sory chaunce! For myn estat lyth in Iupartye, 465 And eek myn emes lyf lyth in balaunce; But nathelees, with goddes governaunce, I shal so doon, myn honour shal I kepe, And eek his lyf;' and stinte for to wepe., .
But unless he does so place himself, I think it a matter of perfect nonsense to attempt to bring about a union upon any other basis; that if a union be made, the elements will scatter so that there can be no success for such a ticket, nor anything like success. [FN#389] The texts justifying or enjoining xvido c onbi are Matt., .