The Romaunt of the Rose
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This image taken from the Thynne printed edition

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3643   Ful faire it spradde, [god it blesse!
3644   For suche another, as I gesse,
3645   Aforn ne was, ne more vermayle.
3646   I was abawed for merveyle,
3647   For ever, the fairer that it was,
3648   The more I am bounden in Loves laas.
3649   Longe I abood there, soth to saye,
3650   Til Bialacoil I gan to praye,
3651   Whan that I saw him in no wyse
3652   To me warnen his servyse,
3653   That he me wolde graunte a thing,
3654   Which to remembre is wel sitting;
3655   This is to sayne, that of his grace
3656   He wolde me yeve leyser and space
3657   To me that was so desirous
3658   To have a kissing precious
3659   Of the goodly freshe rose,
3660   That swetely smelleth in my nose;
3661   'For if it you displesed nought,
3662   I wolde gladly, as I have sought,
3663   Have a cos therof freely
3664   Of your yeft; for certainly
3665   I wol non have but by your leve,
3666   So loth me were you for to greve.'