Classic Poem

CCXIV.-WALK

M ORRAY without Vostre which I love,
Lady, whom I loved, CREIN and desire, by me soul,
More loiaument, mieus and by honnour
Qu'onques pot lovers will be desired lady?
Certainly I croy well qu'oil,
As my service and myself hold so vile
That does not daingniez veoir resgarder
Moy, las! doleful, which muir you bitter.

Sweet lady, Vostre fine douçour
Loial cuer my art without fire and without flame
Norrit in love and ardor
That desire by croist toudis and enflame;
And as Vostre nice body
Remir, he too soutil gear
Trambler without cold and want and without sweat chalour
Moy, las! doleful, which muir you bitter.

Alas! dolens often sigh and plour,
Well know, you loveth without blame,
But your hard cuers did my mite plour
Do the meschies; which put in seray blade
Because I live in such ESSIL
That cuer and body Vostre love ESSIL,
As a not daingnies Regart consolidate
Moy, las! doleful, which muir you bitter.