Amans.
Mi fader, I am al beknowe
That I have ben on of tho slowe,[1129]
As forto telle in loves cas.
Min herte is yit and evere was,
As thogh the world scholde al tobreke,[1130]
So ferful, that I dar noght speke 360
Of what pourpos that I have nome,
Whan I toward mi ladi come,
Bot let it passe and overgo.[1131]