Classic Poem

Xlvi.-ROYAL SONG

C UERS which must thank you and lasts cruelty
Which he did for me puet Pite issir,
Yex decevans, biau body, sweet face,
Biaute true for cuer lover delight
Have made me bitter if Lonc time languish
Depri that loves that, she ha Volente
From me to thank you for my Griete,
Reteingne's because I can no garir.

Because I'm so laid desconfiture
Loyalty and loves to keep
What world are so hard creature,
If she knew quelz maulz ay I feel,
Which grant Pite had it not from me Veir;
For serving loves me were so worn
What my body has over trifles demoure
I peüsse else ever used.

And ay toudis, which dolour I endure,
Bitter desire and voloir suffer;
For Loiautez and Amours me cure
And secondly redist me, truthfully,
Reasons it is a thousand times Miex perish
Com real friends, by pure loyalty,
Thank you receive that through deceit.
And I croy: if me should morir.

But that I loved beyond measure
Is daingnoit well as my consent
As its very soft regardeüre
Fusse VeUS, eins that doie fenir,
This grant share that desire aroie
I had, Lonc time, escheve,
Get li Eust as Pite com biaute
But i is not, which moult often sigh.

And it vuet toward me so hard Estre
Let me do a Regart wills to enrich
At the very meins the very obscure death complaint,
That I have to li deingne penre in pleasure.
And it is such a gift too requerir,
Rage loves the fact that shocked me
And sick, although he is, of ted,
Prent volentiers what he ha desire.

the envoy

Princes vueillez my Chancon remember
That my lady did not ay presented,
For as long as I het Eust refused
For you that pri li facies RIO.