Classic Poem

CCLXV.-WALK

I THE pain is not so bad that I endure
As I voy loyalty
By traison last desconfiture;
For I have long time im perfectly,
Loyally, in good faith,
One more day ui hate doy
And my cuer takes more grant undersigned,
For me it was evilly tray.

I amoie such a very pure love
Qu'onques to do li pensay falsehood
And his desloial and perjury
Is and will be all day and ha beene,
If that from gold but Renoy
He and his love is and loy,
I do not but trust in aray ja li
For me it was evilly tray.

If Wonderland Loves me how endures
Qu'amans ha cuer ground and wrapped
Of traison, false coverage
And makes it die cuidier truth.
This plain me voy as well
That loves my cuer and Faus Samblant eyelash troy,
Have deceived me I cried and groaned,
For what he mauvaisement TRAY me.