Hwi sinkestou ai?”
Nou sprinkes the sprai,
All for love icche am so seek
That slepen I ne mai.
Old Song
(3) A blissful life thou says I lead;
Thou wouldest know thereof the stage.
Thou wost well when thy Perle con schede,
I was full young and tender of age;
But my Lord the Lomb, through his God-hede,