XXV.
Long have I languished, and endured much smart
Since hapless I, the Cruel Fair did love;
And lodged her in the centre of my heart.
Who, there abiding, Reason should her move.
Though of my pains she no compassion take;
Yet to respect me, for her own sweet sake.
XXVI.
In midst of winter season, as the snow,
Whose milk white mantle overspreads the ground;