e westren wawes. and what attempri? ?e lusty
houres of ?e fyrste somer sesou{n} ?at hi?te? {and} apparaile? 116
?e er?e wi? rosene floures. ? And who
make? ?
at plenteuouse
autu{m}pne
in fulle ?
eres fleti?
wi? heuy grapes. ? And eke ?is ma{n} was wont to
telle ?e dyuerses causes of nature ?at weren yhid. 120
[Sidenote: But now, alas, he is constrained to keep his face to
the ground.]
