For to obeie withoute variaunce My lordes byddyng fully and plesaunce, Whiche hath desire, sothly for to seyn, Of verray knyghthod to remembre ageyn The worthynes, yif I schal nat lye, And the prowesse of olde chivalrie By cause he hath joye and gret deynte
To rede in bokys of antiquite, To fyn only vertu for to swe Be example of hem and also for to eschewe The cursyd vice of slouthe and ydelnesse.
He that had y-had plente Of mete & drink, of ich deynte
--Now may he al-day digge & wrote, Er he finde his fille of rote.
This is certainly how Christ himself views it when he thanks Margery for her patient endurance of verbal abuse at the hands of her long-standing enemy, an English priest, who, like Margery, temporarily resides in Rome: "I haue no deynte
of hym, for as long as he spekyth a-geyns pe he spekyth a-geyns me ...