He roos to wenden on his pilgrymage
Vnto þe blisful Cithera benigne
I mene Venus honorable and digne
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And in here hour he walkeþ forþ a paas
Vnto þe lystes þer hir temple was
And doun he kneleþ and wiþ humble cheer
And her sore and seide as ȝe schal heer
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FAirest O fairest / O lady myn Venus
Doughter of Ioue and spouse to Vlcanus
Thou glader of þe mount/ of Citheroun
For þilke loue þou haddest to adeoun
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haue pite on my bitter teeres smerte
And tak myn humble prayer to þin herte
Allas I ne haue no langage for to telle
Theffectes ne þe tormentȝ of myn helle
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Myn herte may myn harmes nat bewreye
I am so confus þat I may not seye
But mercy lady bright þat knowest wel
My þought and felest what harm þat I fel
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Consider al þis and rew vpon my sore
As wisly as I schal for euermore /
Enforce my might þi trewe seruant to be
And holde werre alday wiþ chastite
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That make I myn avow so ȝe me helpe
I kepe nat of armes for to ȝelpe
Ne nat I aske to morn to haue victorie
Ne renoun in þis caas ne Veyne glorie
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Of pris of armes blowyng vp and doun
But I wolde haue ful possessioun
Of Emelye and dye in þi seruise
Fynd þou þe maner how and in what wyse
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I recche nat but it may better be
To haue victorie of him or he of me
So þat I haue my lady in myn armes [folio 30b]
For þough so be þat mars be god of armes
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And ȝe be venus þe goddes of loue
