"Myn owne dere love, I see the prove that ye be kynde and trewe; Of mayde and wyfe, in all my lyf, the best that ever I knewe! Be mery and glad, be no more sad, the case is chaungèd newe; For it were ruthe that for your trouth you shuld have cause to rewe. 160 Be not dismayed, whatsoever I sayd, to you whan I began, I wyl not too the grenewode goo, I am noo banysshyd man." "Theis tidingis be more glad to me than to be IV. LOVE SONGS Lully, lulley, lulley, lulley! The fawcon hath born my make 1 away! He bare hym up, he bare hym down, He bare hym into an orchard brown. Lully, lulley, etc. Yn that orchard there was an halle And in that hall there was a bede, And yn that bed there lythe a knyght, By that bedis side kneleth a may, And she wepeth both night and day. 3 12 15 And by that beddis side there stondith a ston, Corpus Christi wretyn thereon. Lully, lulley, etc. II The lytyll, prety nyghtyngale, I wold I were with her all nyght! But yet ye wot not whome I mene! She dyd aper3 all on 4 hur keynde 5 Hyt dyd me goode upon hur to loke, But yete ye wot not whome I mene. "Lady!" I cryed, wyth rufull mone, "Have mynd of me, that true hath bene! For I loved none but you alone." But yet ye wot not whome I mene. 18 10 20 1 mate, sweetheart 2 know appear 4 in nature |