3619   That Daunger had me chased fro.
3620   Now have I leve over-al to go;
3621   Now am I raised, at my devys,
3622   Fro helle unto paradys.
3623   Thus Bialacoil, of gentilnesse,
3624   With alle his peyne and besinesse,
3625   Hath shewed me, only of grace,
3626   The estres of the swote place.
3627   I saw the rose, whan I was nigh,
3628   Was gretter woxen, and more high,
3629   Fresh, rody, and fair of hewe,
3630   Of colour ever yliche newe.
3631   And whan I had it longe seen,
3632   I saugh that through the leves grene
3633   The rose spredde to spanishing;
3634   To sene it was a goodly thing.
3635   But it ne was so spred on brede,
3636   That men within might knowe the sede;
3637   For it covert was and [en]close
3638   Bothe with the leves and with the rose.
3639   The stalk was even and grene upright,
3640   It was theron a goodly sight;
3641   And wel the better, withouten wene,
3642   For the seed was not [y]-sene.