D. FROM MS. ROYAL 16 F. 11
Champollion Figeac, pp. 455-456
X
My hertly love is in your govenauns [MS. et.]
And ever shal, whill that I lyven may.
I pray to god, [that] I may see that day
That we be knyt with thouthfull alyauns.
Ye schal not fynd feynyng or vareauns,
As in my part, that wyl I trewly say,
My hertly love is in your gouernauns.
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XI
Ne were my trewe innocent hert
How ye hold with her aliauns
That sometyme with wordes of plesauns
Desceyved you under covert.
Thynke, how the stroke of love cane [MS. come.] smert
Without warnyng or deffiauns,
Ne were my trewe innocent hert.