YOURE two eyn will sle me sodenly, 2. And but your words will helen hastely 3. Upon my trouth I sey yow feithfully, That ye ben of my liffe and deth the quene; For with my deth the trouth shal be sene. AMGOLIAD RONDEAU. II. I. So hath youre beauté fro your herté chased 2. Giltless my deth thus have ye purchased; 3. Alas, that nature hath in yow compassed III. I. Syn I fro love escapèd am so fat, I nere thinke to ben in his prison lene; 2. He may answere, and sey this and that, 3. Love hath my name i-strike out of his sclat, For ever mother is non other mene, Syn I fro love escaped &c. Geoffrey Chaucer. |