Ros 1 Madame, ye ben of al beaute shryne
Ros 2 As fer as cercled is the mapamounde,
Ros 3 For as the cristal glorious ye shyne,
Ros 4 And lyke ruby ben your chekes rounde.
Ros 5 Therwith ye ben so mery and so jocounde
Ros 6 That at a revel whan that I see you daunce,
Ros 7 It is an oynement unto my wounde,
Ros 8 Thogh ye to me ne do no daliaunce.
Ros 9 For thogh I wepe of teres ful a tyne,
Ros 10 Yet may that wo myn herte nat confounde;
Ros 11 Your semy voys that ye so smal out twyne
Ros 12 Maketh my thoght in joy and blis habounde.
Ros 13 So curtaysly I go with love bounde
Ros 14 That to myself I sey in my penaunce,
Ros 15 " Suffyseth me to love you, Rosemounde,
Ros 16 Thogh ye to me ne do no daliaunce. "
Ros 17 Nas never pyk walwed in galauntyne
Ros 18 As I in love am walwed and ywounde,
Ros 19 For which ful ofte I of myself devyne
Ros 20 That I am trewe Tristam the secounde.
Ros 21 My love may not refreyde nor affounde,
Ros 22 I brenne ay in an amorous plesaunce.
Ros 23 Do what you lyst, I wyl your thral be founde,
Ros 24 Thogh ye to me ne do no daliaunce.