Dame d’onnour et de tous biens garnye,
Veullies pour dieu de moy avoir pite,
Car de lonc temps ne fu jour ne nuytie
Que ne pensasse a vo finne beaute
En laquelle n’a point de fausete,
Mais tout honnour, amiste et plaisir.
Gueris seroy s’ele peusse veïr.
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Lady of honor and blessed with all good things,
Would you, for God, have pity on me,
For so long there has not been a night nor a day
That I did not contemplate your fine beauty
In which there is no falsity,
But all honor, friendship and pleasure.
Healed I shall be if I may see her! |
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