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I wot my self, as wel as eny wight
For I loued oon, with al my hert and myght
more then my self, an .C. ml. sithe
And cleped him, my hertis life, my knyght
And was al his, as fer as hit was ryght
And when that he was glad, then was I blithe
And his disese, was my deth as swithe
And he ayein, his trouthe me had I plyght
For every more, his lady be to kythe

Alas now hath he, left me causeless
and of my wo, he is so routheles
that with a worde, him list not ones deyne
to bring ayen, my sorowful hert in pes
for he is caght up, in a nother les
ryght as me list, he laugheth at my peyne
and I ne can, myn hert not restreyne
that I ne love him alway, nevere theles
And of al this, I not to whom me pleyne

And shal I pleyn, alas the hard stounde
Un to my foo, that yafe my hert a wounde
and yet desireth, that myn harme be more
Nay certis ferther, wol I never be founde
non other helpe, my sores for to sounde
My destany, hath shapen hit yore
I wil non other medecyne, ne lore
I wil ben ay, ther I was ones bounde
that I have seide, be seide for ever more

Alas wher is become, your gentilesse
youre wordes ful of plesaunce, and humblesse
youre observa[u]nces, in soo low manere
And your awayting, and your besynesse
upon me that ye calden, your maistresse
your sovereigne lady, in this worlde ne here
Alas is ther nother, worde ne chere
ye vouchesafe, upon myn hevynesse
Alas youre love, I bye hit al to dere

Now certis