wwh:

I'm going to paste the poem that was above the one with "bot" in it. Yes, long ago I figured out what the "bot" in question meant, and I think it's a mighty fine motto applied to cats and other kinds of cats you come across in this life. Touch 'em not without a glove.

Anyway, I love the poem above the one you have in the link. What a sadly beginning poem and some of the words are way beyond my understanding. What a lovely old language this:

204 Bewailing in my chamber thus allone,
205 Despeired of all joye and remedye,
206 For-tirit of my thoght, and wo begone,
207 Unto the wyndow gan I walk in hye,
208 To se the warld and folk that went forby;
209 As for the tyme, though I of mirthis fude
210 Myght have no more, to luke it did me gude.

211 Now was there maid fast by the touris wall
212 A gardyn faire, and in the corneris set
213 Ane herbere grene:--with wandis long and small
214 Railit about; and so with treis set
215 Was all the place, and hawthorn hegis knet,
216 That lyf was none walking there forby,
217 That myght within scarse ony wight aspye;

218 So thik the bewis and the leves grene
219 Beschadit all the aleyes that there were.
220 And myddis every herbere myght be sene
221 The scharpe grene suete jenepere,
222 Growing so faire with branchis here and there,
223 That, as it semyt to a lyf without,
224 The bewis spred the herbere all about;

225 And on the smalle grene twistis sat
226 The lytill suete nyghtingale, and song
227 So loud and clere, the ympnis consecrat
228 Off lufis use, now soft, now lowd among,
229 That all the gardyng and the wallis rong
230 Ryght of thaire song and of the copill next
231 Off thaire suete armony, and lo the text: