The compleynt of Anelida the quene upon fals Arcite

So thirleth with the poynt of remembraunce The swerd of sorowe, ywhet with fals plesaunce, Myn herte, bare of blis and blak of hewe, That turned is in quakyng al my daunce, My surete in awhaped countenaunce, Sith hit availeth not for to ben trewe; For whoso trewest is, hit shal hir rewe That serveth love and doth her observaunce Alwey til oon, and chaungeth for no newe.