4767 But it be they of yvel lyf,
4768 Whom Genius cursith, man and wyf,
4769 That wrongly werke ageyn nature.
4770 Noon such I love, ne have no cure
4771 Of sich as loves servauntes bene,
4772 And wole not by my counsel flene.
4773 ffor I ne preise that lovyng,
4774 Wherthurgh men, at the laste eendyng,
4775 Shall calle hem wrecchis full of woo,
4776 Love greveth hem and shendith soo.
4777 But if thou wolt wel love eschewe,
4778 fforto escape out of his mewe,
4779 And make al hool thi sorwe to slake,
4780 No bettir counsel maist thou take,
4781 Than thynke to fleen wel, Iwis;
4782 May nought helpe elles; for wite thou this:
4783 If thou fle it, it shal flee thee;
4784 ffolowe it, and folowen shal it thee.' Lamant
4785 Whanne I hadde herde all Resoun seyne,
4786 Which hadde spilt hir speche in veyne:
4787 'Dame,' seide I, 'I dar wel sey
4788 Of this avaunt me wel I may
4789 That from youre scole so devyaunt
4790 I am, that never the more Avaunt