"The God of Love, jolyf and light, Ladde on his honde a lady bright..."
"This God of Love of his fasoun Was lyk no knave, ne quistroun; His beautee gretly was to pryse. But of his robe to devyse I drede encombred for to be. For nought yclad in silk was he, But al in floures and flourettes, Ypainted al with amorettes..." (p. 251) "These bowes two held Swete-Loking, That semed lyk no gadeling. And ten brode arowes held he there, Of which five in his right hond were." (p. 252) "The God of Love, jolyf and light, Ladde on his honde a lady bright, Of high prys, and of greet degree. This lady called was Beautee, As was an arowe, of which I tolde. Ful wel ythewed was she holde; Ne she was derk ne broun, but bright, And cleer as is the monelight, Ageyn whom alle the sterres semen But smale candels, as we demen." (p. 253)