So long a nyght ne felte I nevere noon As was that same, to my jugement. Whoso that thoghty is, is wo begoon; The thoghtful wight is vessel of torment; Ther nis no greef to him equipollent. He graveth deepest of seeknesses alle: Ful wo is him that in swich thoght is falle. (ll.78-84) The… Continue reading Hoccleve, Regiment of Princes