AND AS FOR ME
... And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte,[3]
On bokės for to rede I me delyte,
And to hem yeve[4] I feyth and ful credènce,
And in myn herte have hem in reverence
So hertėley, that there is gamė noon
That fro my bokės maketh me to goon,
But hit be seldom on the holyday,
Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May
Is comen, and that I here the foulės[5] singe