That euer more myn honour and renoun Were saved, bothe prive and apert þat is to say þat after his desert I yafe hym all myn hert & al my þought God wote and he: þat oþ(er)weyes nought, And toke his hert. in chaungyng of myn for ay But soth is seid, a gon(e) sith, many aday A trew wight and a thef thynk not oon And when he sawe, þe þyng so ferre gon(e) That I had g(ra)unted hym fully my loue In suche a gise as I haue seid aboue As yeuen hym my trew hert as Fre As he swore, þ(at) he yaf, his hert, to me Anon þis Tigre Full of doublenes Fel on his knees, w(ith) so deuout humbles With so hie reu(er)ens, and bi his chere So like a gentle lover of manere So rauysshed: as it semed for ioy þ(at) neu(er) Jason, or Parys of Troy Jason Certes ne noon oþer man Syn Lameth was þ(at) aldirfirst, began To louen two, as wretyn folk biforn Ne neu(er) sith þe furst man was born Ne couth man bi XX thousand part Countrefeet þe Sopheines of his art Ne were worþi, vndo his galoche þer doublenes, or feynyng shold ap(ro)che Ne so couth þank a wight as he dede me His man(er) was an heuen, for to see To eny woman, were she neu(er) so wise So peynted he, and kempt at point devise As wele his wordis, as his counten(au)nce And I so loued hym, for his obeisaunce And for the trewth I demed in his hert þ(at) if so were þ(at) any thyng hym smert All were it neu(er) so lite, and I it wist Me þought I felt deth, myn herte twist. And shortly þis þing so ferforth is went þat my wille was his willes Instrument, This is to seyn, my will obeied his will In all þing as ferre as reso(u)n fill Kepyng þe bound(es): of my worship(pe) eu(er)e Ne neuer had I thyng so leef. ne leu(er)e As hym god woot, ne neu(er)e shall no moo þis last lenger then(n) so yeer or twoo þat I supposed of hym nought but good But finally thus att, the laste it stood þ(at) fortune wold, þat he moste twynne Out of that place: which þ(at) I was Inne Wher me was woo, that is noo question I can not make of it discripcion For so thynge dare I telle boldly I know what is þe peyne of deth þ(er)by Such harme I felt, for he myght not bileve So on a day of me he took his leve So sorowfull eke, that I wende vereily That he had felt as moche harme as I.
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That euer more myn honour and renoun Were saved, bothe prive and apert þat is to say þat after his desert I yafe hym all myn hert & al my þought God wote and he: þat oþ(er)weyes nought, And toke his hert. in chaungyng of myn for ay But soth is seid, a gon(e) sith, many aday A trew wight and a thef thynk not oon And when he sawe, þe þyng so ferre gon(e) That I had g(ra)unted hym fully my loue In suche a gise as I haue seid aboue As yeuen hym my trew hert as Fre As he swore, þ(at) he yaf, his hert, to me Anon þis Tigre Full of doublenes Fel on his knees, w(ith) so deuout humbles With so hie reu(er)ens, and bi his chere So like a gentle lover of manere So rauysshed: as it semed for ioy þ(at) neu(er) Jason, or Parys of Troy Jason Certes ne noon oþer man Syn Lameth was þ(at) aldirfirst, began To louen two, as wretyn folk biforn Ne neu(er) sith þe furst man was born Ne couth man bi XX thousand part Countrefeet þe Sopheines of his art Ne were worþi, vndo his galoche þer doublenes, or feynyng shold ap(ro)che Ne so couth þank a wight as he dede me His man(er) was an heuen, for to see To eny woman, were she neu(er) so wise So peynted he, and kempt at point devise As wele his wordis, as his counten(au)nce And I so loued hym, for his obeisaunce And for the trewth I demed in his hert þ(at) if so were þ(at) any thyng hym smert All were it neu(er) so lite, and I it wist Me þought I felt deth, myn herte twist. And shortly þis þing so ferforth is went þat my wille was his willes Instrument, This is to seyn, my will obeied his will In all þing as ferre as reso(u)n fill Kepyng þe bound(es): of my worship(pe) eu(er)e Ne neuer had I thyng so leef. ne leu(er)e As hym god woot, ne neu(er)e shall no moo þis last lenger then(n) so yeer or twoo þat I supposed of hym nought but good But finally thus att, the laste it stood þ(at) fortune wold, þat he moste twynne Out of that place: which þ(at) I was Inne Wher me was woo, that is noo question I can not make of it discripcion For so thynge dare I telle boldly I know what is þe peyne of deth þ(er)by Such harme I felt, for he myght not bileve So on a day of me he took his leve So sorowfull eke, that I wende vereily That he had felt as moche harme as I.
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