`So wolde god, that auctor is of kinde, 1765That, with his bond, Love of his vertu listeTo cerclen hertes alle, and faste binde,That from his bond no wight the wey out wiste.And hertes colde, hem wolde I that he twisteTo make hem love, and that hem leste ay rewe 1770On hertes sore, and kepe hem that ben trewe.'In alle nedes, for the tounes werre,He was, and ay the firste in armes dight;And certeynly, but-if that bokes erre,Save Ector, most y-drad of any wight; 1775And this encrees of hardinesse and mightCam him of love, his ladies thank to winne,That altered his spirit so with-inne.In tyme of trewe, on haukinge wolde he ryde,Or elles hunten boor, bere, or lyoun; 1780The smale bestes leet he gon bi-syde.And whan that he com rydinge in-to toun,Ful ofte his lady, from hir window doun,As fresh as faucon comen out of muwe,Ful redy was, him goodly to saluwe. 1785And most of love and vertu was his speche,And in despyt hadde alle wrecchednesse;And doutelees, no nede was him bisecheTo honouren hem that hadde worthinesse,And esen hem that weren in distresse. 1790And glad was he if any wight wel ferde,That lover was, whan he it wiste or herde.For sooth to seyn, he lost held every wightBut-if he were in loves heigh servyse,I mene folk that oughte it been of right. 1795And over al this, so wel coude he devyseOf sentement, and in so unkouth wyseAl his array, that every lover thoughte,That al was wel, what-so he seyde or wroughte.And though that he be come of blood royal, 1800Him liste of pryde at no wight for to chase;Benigne he was to ech in general,For which he gat him thank in every place.Thus wolde love, y-heried be his grace,That Pryde, Envye, Ire, and Avaryce 1805He gan to flee, and every other vyce.Thou lady bright, the doughter to Dione,Thy blinde and winged sone eek, daun Cupyde;Ye sustren nyne eek, that by EliconeIn hil Parnaso listen for to abyde, 1810That ye thus fer han deyned me to gyde,I can no more, but sin that ye wol wende,Ye heried been for ay, with-outen ende!Thourgh yow have I seyd fully in my songTheffect and Ioye of Troilus servyse, 1815Al be that ther was som disese among,As to myn auctor listeth to devyse.My thridde book now ende ich in this wyse;And Troilus in luste and in quieteIs with Criseyde, his owne herte swete. 1820Explicit Liber Tercius.