"Bot your gordel", quob Gawayn, "God yow
foryelde! [thorn]at wyl I welde wyth guod wylle, not for [thorn]e wynne golde, Ne [thorn]e saynt, ne [thorn]e sylk, ne [thorn]e syde pendaundes, For wele ne for worchyp, ne for [thorn]e wlonk werkkez, Bot in syngne of my surfet I shal se hit ofte, When I ride in renoun, remorde to myseluen [thorn]e faut and [thorn]e fayntyse the [thorn]e flesche crabbed, How tender hitis to entyse teches of fylbe." (2429-36) "But for your belt," said Gawain, "God repay you for that!