Classic Poem

CXIX.-WALK

N ULLE dolour does puet compare
This is my opinion, the moie dolour
It is not nulz cuers humeins think that puist
The distress of my hard langour;
And this is why I languish in plour,
No nothings who have puist me resjoir,
Then he estuet me from my lady.

Because as lonteins his cler rail system
Seray without cuer, without joy baudour,
Mut will anuier and encumber me;
And if seray in doubte and Paour
Qu'entroublies not silk love me.
To know not that LCTR become
Then he estuet me from my lady.

Ja but for evil to endure peinne
I lairay qu'ades without deshonnour,
I wills to my bitter sweet lady
Honnourer and distort and serve immediately turn
Because I Penray cuer, manner and vigor
In many bitter and loiaument serve
Then he estuet me from my lady.