And yit with al myn hole herte,
Whil that me lasteth eny breth,
I wol the love into my deth.[855] 290
Bot of o thing I schal thee preie,
If that my litel Sone deie,
Let him be beried in my grave
Beside me, so schalt thou have
Upon ous bothe remembrance.
For thus it stant of my grevance;
Now at this time, as thou schalt wite,