1435   Ful gay was al the ground, and queynt,
1436   And poudred, as men had it peynt,
1437   With many a fresh and sondry flour,
1438   That casten up ful good savour.
1439   I wol not longe holde you in fable
1440   Of al this gardin delitable.
1441   I moot my tonge stinten nede,
1442   For I ne may, withouten drede,
1443   Naught tellen you the beautee Al,
1444   Ne half the bountee therewithal.
1445   I wente on right honde and on left
1446   Aboute the place; it was not left,
1447   Til I hadde al the [yerde in] been,
1448   In the estres that men mighte seen.
1449   And thus whyle I wente in my pley,
1450   The God of Love me folowed Ay,
1451   Right as an hunter can Abyde
1452   The beste, til he seeth his tyde
1453   To shete, at good mes, to the dere,
1454   Whan that him nedeth go no nere.
1455   And so befil, I rested me
1456   Besyde a welle, under a tree,
1457   Which tree in Fraunce men calle a pyn.
1458   But, sith the tyme of king Pepyn,