Classic Poem

CCXLIV.-WALK

S YEARS dispose in my cuer entry
New love for noble maistrie
The Millour and most beautiful born
Who onques fust amee not served
Vuet put that sense, time, cuer, body and life,
Think, in his very desire dous demainne
And she is my lady souverainne.

If qu'onques but noble destiny
Pot does come to friend n'a friend
For singing will Avg OEAA
And humbly aouree and shithole.
Plus banker li fora as it ottrie me
By his will li Loer me peinne
And she is my lady souvereinne

If vueil to gold but soon my thoughts,
My pleasure, my cuer and estudie me
In li Loer which Meinte other honnouree
Will for Avg li, I do not doubt mie
If li li supplication that is Oye
Ceste song is premerainne
And she is my lady souvereinne