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LIBER SECUNDUS
131
Ethna, which brenneth yer be yere,
Was thanne noght
20
Of thilke Sor which prively Min hertes thoght withinne brenneth. The Schip which on the wawes renneth,
And
forstormed and forblowe,
is
noght more peined
Is
Than
An
I
am
throwe
for a
whanne
thanne,
In that fortune of loves Bot, fader, this
That
is
me
o place
30
mai noght grieve
it
ye mai
this
in
lese or finde grace
In other stede,
Bot
yifte.
telle in schrifte,
I
nowher bot
For who that
se
I
other which that passeth
riht
wel believe,
Toward mi ladi that I serve, Thogh that I wiste forto sterve, Min herte is full of such sotie, That
Whan
myself mai noght chastie.
I I
the Court se of Cupide
my
Aproche unto
ladi side
Of hem that lusti ben and Thogh it availe hem noght Bot only
My
ben
that thei
sorwe
Bot whan
is
40 freisshe,
a reisshe,
in speche,
thanne noght to seche
thei
rounen
Of I
that I se
i.
161
hem
wel at ese,
my desese. my ladi selve,
telle
Bot, Sire, as of
Thogh sche have wowers For no mistrust
50
ten or twelve.
have of hire
I
grieveth noght, for certes, Sire,
I trowe,
Nis
P.
sorwes thanne be so stronge
can noght
Me
in hire Ere,
Than groweth al my moste fere. And namly whan thei talen longe
My
in al this
womman
WoU
world to seche,
that in
dede and speche
betre avise hire what sche doth,
31 nowher]
now heer
K
2
(here)
MX
[Sorrow
for
other man's
so hot as I
.
.
.
Ba
an-
Joy.]
