Ful of love and godenisse
Ac no man may telle hir fairnise.
Bifel so in the comessing of May,
When miri and hot is the day,
And oway beth winter schours,
And everi feld is ful of flours,
And blosme breme[69] on everi bough,
Over al wexeth miri anough,
This ich[70] quen dame Heurodis,
Tok to maidens of priis,