[The long love that in my thought doth harbour]

The long love that in my thought doth harbour And in mine heart doth keep his residence, Into my face presseth with bold pretence And therein campeth spreading his bannèr. She that me learns to love and suffèr And wills that my trust, and lust’s negligence Be reined by reason, shame, and reverence, With his hardiness takes displeasùre. Wherewithall unto the heart’s forest he fleèth, Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry, And there him hideth, and not appearèth. What may I do when my master fearèth? But in the field with him to live and die For good is the life, ending faithfully.