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|  | For o thyng, sires, saufly dar I seye, |  |  | That freendes everych oother moot obeye, |  | 55 | If they wol longe holden compaignye. |  |  | Love wol nat been constreyned by maistrye; |  |  | Whan maistrie comth, the God of Love anon |  |  | Beteth hise wynges, and farewel, he is gon! |  |  | Love is a thyng as any spirit free. |  | 60 | Wommen, of kynde desiren libertee, |  |  | And nat to been constreyned as a thral; |  |  | And so doon men, if I sooth seyen shal. |  |  | Looke who that is moost pacient in love, |  |  | He is at his avantage al above. |  | 65 | Pacience is an heigh vertu, certeyn, |  |  | For it venquysseth, as thise clerkes seyn, |  |  | Thynges that rigour sholde nevere atteyne. |  |  | For every word men may nat chide or pleyne, |  |  | Lerneth to suffre, or elles, so moot I goon, |  | 70 | Ye shul it lerne, wherso ye wole or noon. |  |  | For in this world, certein, ther no wight is |  |  | That he ne dooth or seith som tyme amys. |  |  | Ire, siknesse, or constellacioun |  |  | Wyn, wo, or chaungynge of complexioun |  | 75 | Causeth ful ofte to doon amys or speken. |  |  | On every wrong a man may nat be wreken; |  |  | After the tyme moste be temperaunce |  |  | To every wight that kan on governaunce. |  |  | And therfore hath this wise worthy knyght, |  | 80 | To lyve in ese, suffrance hir bihight, |  |  | And she to hym ful wisly gan to swere |  |  | That nevere sholde ther be defaute in here. |  | 
|  | For one thing, sirs, I safely dare to say, |  |  | That friends each one the other must obey |  | 55 | If they'd be friends and long keep company. |  |  | Love will not be constrained by mastery; |  |  | When mastery 'comes, the god of love anon |  |  | Beats his fair wings, and farewell! He is gone! |  |  | Love is a thing as any spirit free; |  | 60 | Women by nature love their liberty, |  |  | And not to be constrained like any thrall, |  |  | And so do men, if say the truth I shall. |  |  | Observe who is most patient in his love, |  |  | He is advantaged others all above. |  | 65 | Patience is virtue high, and that's certain; |  |  | For it does vanquish, as these clerks make plain, |  |  | Things that oppression never could attain. |  |  | One must not chide for trifles nor complain. |  |  | Learn to endure, or else, so may I go, |  | 70 | You'll have to learn it, whether you will or no. |  |  | For in this world, it's certain, no one is |  |  | Who never does or says sometimes amiss. |  |  | Sickness, or woe, or what the stars have sent, |  |  | Anger, or wine, or change of temperament |  | 75 | Causes one oft to do amiss or speak. |  |  | For every wrong one may not vengeance wreak; |  |  | Conditions must determine temperance |  |  | In all who understand good governance. |  |  | And therefore did this wise and worthy knight, |  | 80 | To live in quiet, patience to her plight, |  |  | And unto him full truly did she swear |  |  | That never should he find great fault in her. |  |