Classic Poem

XII.-WALK

O R I voy well, my dolour renews
And my joy prent his definement,
When he estuet me from the very bele
That my cuer his command.
Know not if but how the way
Can live long without morir,
Then he estuet me from my lady.

For my purposes cuers dedens Sautelle my body,
Fant and fremist, driven if asprement
What is Avg Paours by dangier resveille
And despair, that a consent
Alienation are for myself to torment.
Alas! if know not me puist guarantee
Then he estuet me from my lady.
Mors! vien to me, if prent, I call'd thee,
Because I loved too Miex morir prochainnement
That receive so new crueuse,
Com I love to department;
For without cease, my maus too sharply
Destreint my cuer and assails,
Then he estuet me from my lady.