4 "Ah, dear Sansjoy, next dearest to Sansfoy, 5 Cause of my new grief, cause of my new joy; 6 Joyous, to see his image in my eye, 7 And grieved, to think how foe did him destroy, 8 That was the flower of grace and chivalry; 9 Lo his Fidessa, to your secret faith I fly."
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With gentle wordes he can her fairely greet,
2 And bad say on the secret of her hart.
Then sighing soft, I learne that litle sweet
4 Oft tempred is (quoth she) with muchell smart:
For since my brest was launcht with louely dart
6 Of deare Sansfoy, I neuer ioyed howre,
But in eternall woes my weaker hart
8 Haue wasted, louing him with all my powre,
And for his sake haue felt full many an heauie stowre.
1 With gentle words he can her fairly greet,
gentle > generous; courteous can > did fairly > courteously
2 And bade say on the secret of her heart.
say on > tell
3 Then, sighing soft, "I learn that little sweet 4 Oft tempered is," quoth she, "with mickle smart:
mickle > much
5 For since my breast was lanced with lovely dart