"..............6 | |

Mars 57 Then seyde he thus, " Myn hertes lady swete, | 56 |

Mars 63 For al your lust is ese to myn herte. " | 62 |

Mars 90 Enbraceth Mars and seyde, " Alas, I dye! | 90 |

Mars 91 The torche is come that al this world wol wrie. " | 90 |

Mars 136 He seyde, " O lady bryght, Venus, alas, | 136 |

Mars 140 Throgh jelous Phebus this mysaventure. " | 140 |

--.............13 | |

Mars 12 The glade nyght ys worth an hevy morowe -- | 12 |

Mars 15 Yet sang this foul -- I rede yow al awake, | 14 |

Mars 65 That dwelleth in solitude til she come -- | 64 |

Mars 67 Counseyled hym ther, ne seyde to hym welcome -- | 66 |

Mars 106 O woful Mars -- alas -- what maist thou seyn, | 106 |

Mars 106 O woful Mars -- alas -- what maist thou seyn, | 106 |

Mars 114 With voide cours for fere of Phebus lyght -- | 114 |

Mars 115 Alas -- and ther ne hath she no socour, | 114 |

Mars 168 For evermore -- how dere I have hit boght -- | 168 |

Mars 168 For evermore -- how dere I have hit boght -- | 168 |

Mars 176 Of riche aray -- how dere men hit selle! -- | 176 |

Mars 176 Of riche aray -- how dere men hit selle! -- | 176 |

Mars 270 Myn oune deth -- him wite I that I dye, | 270 |

A..............26 | |

Mars 8 Wyth teres blewe and with a wounded herte | 8 |

Mars 13 Seynt Valentyne, a foul thus herde I synge | 12 |

Mars 26 Fro fresshe Venus in a morwenynge, | 26 |

Mars 33 And as a maistresse taught him his lessoun, | 32 |

Mars 51 Be lokyng moost; til hyt fil on a tyde | 50 |

Mars 52 That by her bothe assent was set a stevene | 52 |

Mars 80 A certeyn tyme, til him fel a drede | 80 |

Mars 80 A certeyn tyme, til him fel a drede | 80 |

Mars 119 Within the gate she fledde into a cave. | 118 |

Mars 122 A naturel day in derk I lete her duelle. | 122 |

Mars 126 He ne roghte not a myte for to dye. | 126 |

Mars 134 After he walketh softely a paas, | 134 |

Mars 137 That evere so wyd a compas ys my spere! | 136 |

Mars 156 That yf a wight shal pleyne pitously, | 156 |

Mars 199 For love so many a perilous aventure! | 198 |

Mars 202 In many a cas hem tydeth ofte sorowe. | 202 |

Mars 209 But what availeth such a long sermoun | 208 |

Mars 227 And thogh he made a lover love a thing | 226 |

Mars 227 And thogh he made a lover love a thing | 226 |

Mars 231 And that is wonder, that so juste a kyng | 230 |

Mars 237 And lyk a fissher, as men alday may se, | 236 |

Mars 239 Til many a fissh ys wod til that he be | 238 |

Mars 245 The broche of Thebes was of such a kynde, | 244 |

Mars 256 For he so feir a tresor had forgo; | 256 |

Mars 268 That putte such a beaute in her face, | 268 |

Mars 274 Al be I not worthy to so gret a name, | 274 |

A-GAME.........1 | |

Mars 277 Of my disese, and take hit not a-game. | 276 |

ABLE...........1 | |

Mars 282 Be wey of kynde, ye oughten to be able | 282 |

ABOVE..........1 | |

Mars 29 Whilom the thridde hevenes lord above, | 28 |

ABYDE..........1 | |

Mars 54 Into hir nexte paleys, and ther abyde, | 54 |

ADVERSITE......1 | |

Mars 266 She was not cause of myn adversite, | 266 |

ADVERSYTE......1 | |

Mars 148 Mars dwelleth forth in his adversyte, | 148 |

AFFRAY.........1 | |

Mars 214 Is in affray, and not to whom to pleyne. | 214 |

AFTER..........2 | |

Mars 134 After he walketh softely a paas, | 134 |

Mars 153 And after that I wol my leve take, | 152 |

AL.............15 | |

Mars 15 Yet sang this foul -- I rede yow al awake, | 14 |

Mars 36 For she forbad him jelosye at al, | 36 |

Mars 63 For al your lust is ese to myn herte. " | 62 |

Mars 91 The torche is come that al this world wol wrie. " | 90 |

Mars 130 But nathelesse, for al his hevy armure, | 130 |

Mars 133 Then for al his brennyng in the fire. | 132 |

Mars 160 Wherfore the ground and cause of al my peyne, | 160 |

Mars 177 Of al disport in which men frendly duelle, | 176 |

Mars 179 Of soun of instrumentes of al swetnesse; | 178 |

Mars 241 Al his desir, and therwith al myschaunce; | 240 |

Mars 241 Al his desir, and therwith al myschaunce; | 240 |

Mars 274 Al be I not worthy to so gret a name, | 274 |

Mars 290 Compleyneth eke, ye lovers, al in-fere, | 290 |

Mars 296 Compleyneth thilke ensample of al honour, | 296 |

Mars 297 That never dide but al gentilesse; | 296 |

ALAS...........10 | |

Mars 90 Enbraceth Mars and seyde, " Alas, I dye! | 90 |

Mars 106 O woful Mars -- alas -- what maist thou seyn, | 106 |

Mars 115 Alas -- and ther ne hath she no socour, | 114 |

Mars 136 He seyde, " O lady bryght, Venus, alas, | 136 |

Mars 138 Alas, when shal I mete yow, herte dere? | 138 |

Mars 159 And causeles; alas, that am not I. | 158 |

Mars 164 The firste tyme, alas, that I was wroght | 164 |

Mars 198 Alas, that ever lovers mote endure | 198 |

Mars 207 Depraven hem; alas, whom may they plese? | 206 |

Mars 288 Alas, your honour and your emperise, | 288 |

ALDAY..........1 | |

Mars 237 And lyk a fissher, as men alday may se, | 236 |

ALGATES........1 | |

Mars 234 Algates he that hath with love to done | 234 |

ALLONE.........1 | |

Mars 141 Now God helpe sely Venus allone. | 140 |

ALMOST.........2 | |

Mars 70 Almost in oo day as he dyde in tweye. | 70 |

Mars 102 He shaketh so that almost hit towond. | 102 |

ALSO...........1 | |

Mars 267 But he that wroghte her, also mot I the, | 266 |

AM.............2 | |

Mars 159 And causeles; alas, that am not I. | 158 |

Mars 275 Yet, seyn these clerkes, I am your patroun; | 274 |

AMONG..........1 | |

Mars 2 Lo, Venus, rysen among yon rowes rede. | 2 |

AMYD...........1 | |

Mars 79 In chambre amyd the paleys prively | 78 |

AN.............3 | |

Mars 12 The glade nyght ys worth an hevy morowe -- | 12 |

Mars 222 Ne lasteth not the twynkelyng of an ye, | 222 |

Mars 247 That every wight, that sette on hit an ye, | 246 |

AND............86 | |

Mars 3 And floures fressh, honoureth ye this day, | 2 |

Mars 8 Wyth teres blewe and with a wounded herte | 8 |

Mars 9 Taketh your leve, and with Seint John to borowe | 8 |

Mars 16 And ye that han not chosen in humble wyse, | 16 |

Mars 18 And ye that han ful chosen as I devise, | 18 |

Mars 21 And paciently taketh your aventure. | 20 |

Mars 22 And for the worship of this highe feste, | 22 |

Mars 32 And she hath take him in subjeccioun, | 32 |

Mars 33 And as a maistresse taught him his lessoun, | 32 |

Mars 37 And cruelte, and bost, and tyrannye. | 36 |

Mars 37 And cruelte, and bost, and tyrannye. | 36 |

Mars 37 And cruelte, and bost, and tyrannye. | 36 |

Mars 38 She made him at her lust so humble and tal, | 38 |

Mars 41 And thus she brydeleth him in her manere, | 40 |

Mars 48 And she bynt her to loven him for evere, | 48 |

Mars 50 Thus be they knyt and regnen as in hevene | 50 |

Mars 54 Into hir nexte paleys, and ther abyde, | 54 |

Mars 56 And he preide her to haste her for his sake. | 56 |

Mars 60 My lyf stant ther in aventure and grace; | 60 |

Mars 74 And thus in joy and blysse I lete hem duelle. | 74 |

Mars 74 And thus in joy and blysse I lete hem duelle. | 74 |

Mars 77 And Venus kysseth Mars, the god of armes. | 76 |

Mars 87 And by the lyght she knew, that shon so shene, | 86 |

Mars 90 Enbraceth Mars and seyde, " Alas, I dye! | 90 |

Mars 97 And hente his hauberk that ley hym besyde. | 96 |

Mars 100 And girt him with his swerd, and in his hond | 100 |

Mars 100 And girt him with his swerd, and in his hond | 100 |

Mars 109 And yet therto ys double thy penaunce, | 108 |

Mars 112 That thou nere swift, wel maist thou wepe and crien. | 112 |

Mars 115 Alas -- and ther ne hath she no socour, | 114 |

Mars 117 And eke as ther she hath but litil myght, | 116 |

Mars 118 Wherfor, herselven for to hyde and save, | 118 |

Mars 120 Derk was this cave and smokyng as the helle; | 120 |

Mars 123 Now wol I speke of Mars, furious and wod. | 122 |

Mars 127 So feble he wex for hete and for his wo | 126 |

Mars 146 And Venus he salueth and doth chere, | 146 |

Mars 146 And Venus he salueth and doth chere, | 146 |

Mars 147 And her receyveth as his frend ful dere. | 146 |

Mars 150 And what his compleynt was, remembreth me; | 150 |

Mars 151 And therfore, in this lusty morwenynge | 150 |

Mars 152 As I best can, I wol hit seyn and synge; | 152 |

Mars 153 And after that I wol my leve take, | 152 |

Mars 154 And God yeve every wyght joy of his make! | 154 |

Mars 159 And causeles; alas, that am not I. | 158 |

Mars 160 Wherfore the ground and cause of al my peyne, | 160 |

Mars 165 And for certeyn effectes hider broght | 164 |

Mars 167 I yaf my trewe servise and my thoght | 166 |

Mars 171 When she is wroth and taketh of hym no cure, | 170 |

Mars 174 My lady is the verrey sours and welle | 174 |

Mars 175 Of beaute, lust, fredom, and gentilnesse, | 174 |

Mars 178 Of love and pley, and of benigne humblesse, | 178 |

Mars 178 Of love and pley, and of benigne humblesse, | 178 |

Mars 180 And therto so wel fortuned and thewed | 180 |

Mars 180 And therto so wel fortuned and thewed | 180 |

Mars 187 To ben her truest servaunt and her knyght. | 186 |

Mars 195 For fere and eke for wo that, as I gesse, | 194 |

Mars 210 Of aventures of love up and doun? | 210 |

Mars 211 I wol returne and speken of my peyne. | 210 |

Mars 214 Is in affray, and not to whom to pleyne. | 214 |

Mars 216 For your disese wel oughte I swowne and swelte, | 216 |

Mars 220 And streyneth folk to love, malgre her hed? | 220 |

Mars 221 And then her joy, for oght I can espye, | 220 |

Mars 223 And somme han never joy til they be ded. | 222 |

Mars 227 And thogh he made a lover love a thing | 226 |

Mars 228 And maketh hit seme stedfast and during, | 228 |

Mars 228 And maketh hit seme stedfast and during, | 228 |

Mars 231 And that is wonder, that so juste a kyng | 230 |

Mars 237 And lyk a fissher, as men alday may se, | 236 |

Mars 240 Sesed therwith; and then at erst hath he | 240 |

Mars 241 Al his desir, and therwith al myschaunce; | 240 |

Mars 242 And thogh the lyne breke, he hath penaunce; | 242 |

Mars 246 So ful of rubies and of stones of Ynde | 246 |

Mars 251 And whan that hit was his, then shulde he drye | 250 |

Mars 254 And whan hit was fro his possessioun, | 254 |

Mars 255 Then had he double wo and passioun | 254 |

Mars 261 And therfore in the worcher was the vice, | 260 |

Mars 262 And in the covetour that was so nyce. | 262 |

Mars 263 So fareth hyt by lovers and by me; | 262 |

Mars 269 That made me coveyten and purchace | 268 |

Mars 271 And myn unwit that ever I clamb so hye. | 270 |

Mars 277 Of my disese, and take hit not a-game. | 276 |

Mars 281 And ye, my ladyes, that ben true and stable, | 280 |

Mars 281 And ye, my ladyes, that ben true and stable, | 280 |

Mars 287 Now shulde your holy teres falle and reyne. | 286 |

Mars 288 Alas, your honour and your emperise, | 288 |

Mars 294 Compleyneth Beaute, Fredom, and Manere; | 294 |