| Compleyne ne koude, ne might myn herte never, |
| My peynes halve, ne what torment I have, |
| Though that I sholde in your presence ben ever, |
| Myn hertes lady, as wisly he me save |
| 5 | That Bountee made, and Beautee list to grave |
| In your persone, and bad hem bothe in-fere |
| Ever t' awayte, and ay be wher ye were. |
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| As wisly he gye alle my joyes here |
| As I am youres, and to yow sad and trewe, |
| 10 | And ye, my lyf and cause of my gode chere, |
| And deeth also, whan ye my peynes newe, |
| My worldes joye, whom I wol serve and sewe, |
| Myn heven hool, and al my suffisaunce, |
| Whom for to serve is set al my plesaunce. |
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| 15 | Beseching yow in my most humble wyse |
| T' accepte in worth this litel pore dyte, |
| And for my trouthe my servyce not despyse, |
| Myn observaunce eke have not in despyte, |
| Ne yit to longe to suffren in this plyte; |
| 20 | I yow beseche, myn hertes lady, here, |
| Sith I yow serve, and so wil yeer by yere. |