For I lovede nevere doublenesse. And thou shalt have the more merite. The bounte3 and the thanke is doone, For men that gift holde more dere That geven is with gladsome chere. That gift nought to preisen is That man geveth maugre his.* 2379 2380 "Whanne thou hast geven thyn herte, as I Have seid thee heere openly, Thanne aventures shulle thee falle, 2390 1 Divide. 'Lending. 8 Goodness. 4 In spite of himself Haste. MOURN IN QUIET. That noon perceyve thi maladie, But hyde thyne harme thou must alone, But whylom colde and whylom hate ;1 Nowe reed as rose, now yelowe and fade ;1 Such sorowe I trowe thou never hade. "Cotidien, ne quarteyne, It is nat so ful of peyne. For often tymes it shal falle In love, amonge thy paynes alle, That thou thy selfe al holy That many tymes thou shalt be Styl as an ymage of tree, 291 2400 Dome as a stoon, without steryng Of fote or hande, wythoute spekyng. 2410 Than sone after alle thy payne, To memorye shalt thou come agayne, As man abashed wonder sore, 66 After, a thought shal take the so, That thy love is to ferre the fro: 2420 Thou shalt saye, "God! what maye thys be, Hot. Dull. A fever returning every day or every fourth Lay Doubt. That I ne may my lady se? A foole my selfe I may wel holde, Whan I ne se what myne herte wolde. Or eased shal I never bene, But I have som tokenyng.' 2430 "Then gost thou forth withoute dwelling, But oft thou faylest of thy desyre, 2441 2450 "THE PEYNE OF LOVE." Of hem that bien 1 love so dere. 295 "Thanne shait thou done noon other dede, But with that sight thyne eyen fede. That faire freshe whanne thou maist see, The more thou seest, in sothfastnesse, 8 It may be likned wondir welle, The hatter evere shalle thou brenne, Who is next fuyre he brenneth moost. Suffer for. 2 Wiingly. Fire 4 Hotter. 5 Teach 2460 2470 2480 Ne for no thyng thou felen may, Thou shalt not willen to passen away. "And though thou go, yitt must thee, nede, Thenke alle day on hir fairhede, Whom thou biheelde with so good wille; And holde thi-silf biguyled ille, That thou ne haddest noon hardement, Thyn herte fulle sore thou wolt dispise, That thou, so dulle in every thing, Were domme for drede, withoute spekyng. That thou were hir so faste bye, Som thyng er thou cam awaye; To speke of hir whanne thou bigonne : 2490 In armes goodly thee have take, 2500 It shulde have be more worth to thee, Than of tresour gret plente. "Thus shalt thou morne and eke compleyne. And gete enchesoun* to goone ageyne, Unto thy walke, or to thi place, Where thou biheelde her fleshly face. And never for fals suspeccioun 1 Necessarily. Adventure. 3 Went. 4 Occasion |