Tuesday, March 08, 2005

pleynly speke i shal.

thogh that men wolde him rive unto the herte, ne koude in no manere tellen so muchel sorwe as i now heere, kould tellen of me distresse.

thogh the feend to her ycoupled were, she wolde him overmatcche, i dar wel swere.

in rageryee, which nis but childish vanitee and trewly it sit wel to be so.

it sit wel to be so.

lesten cometh quik.