In guerdon yet of that I have you served,
1390
Biseche I yow, myn hertes lady free,
That here-upon ye wolden wryte me,
For love of god, my righte lode-sterre,
Ther deeth may make an ende of al my werre.
200. If other cause aught doth yow for to dwelle,
1395
That with your lettre ye me recomforte;
For though to me your absence is an helle,