The heart may be dulled by time; it is not comforted.
Illusion if it be, it is that which crowns all other illusions whereof life is made.

The man must prove it, or he is born in vain.
At sunrise, Piers dressed himself, and made ready for his journey.

He was worn with fever, had no more strength to hope or to desire.

His body was a mechanism which must move and move..