This essay is a response to a series of essays on hope and healing in Gower’s Confessio Amantis. It highlights and develops a common thread found in the essays: to Gower in order to heal, we need to accept that the cure for an illness may not restore us completely to our former selves but may make us just “hol ynowh.” And by accepting, we can find peace.


I am grateful to Georgiana Donavin for her suggestions and her careful editorial work.