TEXTE ANGLAIS

Alone walking In thought pleyniDg, And sore sighing, Al desolate.

Me remembring Of my lyvyng My deth wyshyng Bothc erly and latc.

Infortunate Is soo my fate That, wote ye whale ?

Oute of mesure

My life I hâte :

Thus desperate, In such pore estate, Do I endure.

Of other cure Am I not sure ; Thus to endure Ys hard, certain ;

Suche ys my ure, I yow ensure ; What créature

May hâve more payn !