(8)
Me longede neuere so sore, so sore,
To seo my loueli ladi deere.
Ȝif heo neore, we neore but lore,
Þat ladi lofsum most of lere.
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And wite hit wel wiþ-outen weere:
Whon I þenk on hire semblaunt sad,
Þer wol no wys mon blame me here,
Þauȝ þat I go murie and glad.
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A louely lyf to loken vp-on,
So is my ladi, þat Emperys;
Mi lyf I dar leye þer-vppon,
Þat princesse is peerles of prys,
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So feir, so clene, so good, so wys,
And þerto trewe as eny steel,
Þer nis no such to my deuys:
Lor God, þat I loue hire wel!
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To þis newe ȝer, my ladi sweete,
Wiþ al myn herte in good entent,
Wiþ fyue Aues I ow grete,
And preye ou take þis feire present;
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And schape so þat I beo not schent,
Seþþen of ȝou Merci gon springe.
ffor al my loue is on ȝou lent,
Sweete, swettest of alle-skunnes þinge!
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(11)
Þis is þe remenaunt of my lust,
Þat I not wheþer my ladi mylde
To my loue haue inly trust,
Bicause Monkuynde is frele and wylde.
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But, ladi, for ȝoure blisful childe,
Siþen al my loue is leyd on þe,
In heuene help me a boure to bylde,
Ladi, ȝif þi wille be.
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(12)
Þe loue þat I haue ȝeorned ȝore,
Þe kyng of loue graunt hit me!
