Poems by d' Orléans Charles
[Ballade 60]
... For dedy lijf deth y witeFor ese of payne in payne of ese y dyeFor lengthe of woo/woo lengtith me so liteThat quyk y dye/and yet as ded lyue yThus nygh a-fer/y fele the fer is nyOf thing certeyne that y vncerteyne secheWhich is the deth sith deth hath my ladyO wofulle wrecche o wrecche lesse onys thi specheO gost formatt yelde vp thi breth attonesO karkas faynt take from this lijf thi flightO bollid hert forbrest thou with thi gronesO mestid eyen whi fayle ye not yowre sightSyn deth allas hath tane my lady brightAnd left this world without on to her lecheTo lete me lyue ye do me gret vnrightO wofulle wrecche o wrecche lesse onys thi specheWhat is this lijf or deth y ledeNay certes deth in lijf is liklynesFor though y fayne me port of lustihedeyet inward lo it sleth me my distresFor fro me fledde is ioy and alle gladnesThat y may say in alle this world so recheAs y/is noon of payne and hevynesO woofulle wrecche o wrecche lesse onys þhi specheTher nys no thing sauf deth to do me dayThat may of me the woofulle paynes echeBut wolde y dey/allas yet y ne may[O wofulle wrecche o wrecche lesse onys thi speche] ...
[Love's Renewal]
... as lijk a Carpet as me thoughtWhere as anoon that downe my silf y satAnd gan me muse to maken þ ...
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... rait though y thee manaceThou oughtist not me thenke displesid beThough y say trouthe as that þ ...
