I'd serve her, spurn and scorn despite
Ere with another I'd be found—
Yet I'd not serve without requite,
and in another, after stating that he loves his lady so much that he would thank her even if she killed him, he continues:
Thus, lady, I commend to thee
My fate and life, thy faithful squire
I'd rather die in misery
Than have thee stoop to my desire.
The knight who truly loves his dame
Not only loves her comely face,