For yow and for noon other, ladye dere,
At this ful jolyf sesoun of the yeer
Now wol I truste, ne thynkynge naught of cost,
This litel yefte to yon rede pilere post;
Ryghte wel ystampen sikerly, I trowe,
Anon myn yefte schal come to noon but yow.
Ne golde han I to yeve, ne pretious gere,
But floures that ben ful rare (this tyme of yeer).
Ne yelwe astere, late ycome to toun,