Balade to Rosemounde (1477)

Ma dame ye ben of Al Beaute ſhryneAs fer As cercled is the mapamondeFor As the cristall glorious ye ſhyneAnd lyke Ruby ben your chekys roundeTherwyth ye ben ſo mery and ſo iocundeThat At A Reuell whan that I ſe you danceIt is an oynement vnto my woundeThoght ye to me ne do no daliance.

For thogh I wepe of teres ful A tyneYet may that wo myn herte nat confoundeYour ſemy voys that ye ſo ſmall out twyneMakyth my thoght in ioy And blys haboundeSo curtayſly I go wyth love boundeThat to my ſelf I ſey in my penaunceSuffyſeth me to loue you RosemoundeThogh ye to me ne do no daliaunce.

Nas never pyk walwed in galauntyneAs I in love Am walwed And I woundeFor whych ful ofte I of my ſelf devyneThat I Am trew Tristam the ſecundeMy love may not refreyde nor affoundeI brenne Ay in an Amorouſe pleſaunceDo what you lyſt I wyl your thral be foundeThogh ye to me ne do no daliance.

tregentil————//————Chaucer