CHANSON CXXVI

So layre so fresche so goodely on to se So welle dymeynet in al your governans That to my hert it is a grete plesans Of your godenes when y remembre me.

An trustyth fully wher that ever y be Y wylle abyde undyr your obeyssance.

So fayre so fresche so goodely on to se.

For yn my thought ther is nomo but ye Whom y hâve servid wythout repentance Wher fore y pray yow sethe to my greva ncc And put osyde ail myn adversité.

So fayre so fresche so goodely on to se.