Well satisfied, I thanked her, and she said,
“By this mishap no longer be dismayed,
Though thou the Cuckoo heard, ere thou heard’st me;
Yet if I live it shall amended be,
When next May comes, if I am not afraid.
48.
“And one thing will I counsel thee alsó,
The Cuckoo trust not thou, nor his Love’s saw;
All that she said is an outrageous lie.”
“Nay, nothing shall me bring thereto,” quoth I,
“For Love, and it hath done me mighty woe.”
49.
“Yea, hath it? Use,” quoth she, “this medicine,
This May-time, every day before thou dine,
Go look on the fresh daisy; then say I,
Although for pain thou may’st be like to die,
Thou wilt be eased, and less wilt droop and pine.
50.
“And mind always that thou be good and true,
And I will sing one song, of many new,
For love of thee, as loud as I may cry;”
And then did she begin this song full high,
“Beshrew all them that are in love untrue.”
51.
And soon as she had sung it to the end,
“Now farewell,” quoth she, “for I hence must wend;
And, God of Love, that can right well and may,
Send unto thee as mickle joy this day
As ever he to lover yet did send.”
52.