Classic Poem

LXX.-WALK

The ACE ! ay I failed my very dous desire,
To me that is too Fortune contrary,
And as the redoubt veoir and IRO
The gossips who make me so haire
I do my bones devers my lady milking;
Which I muir to dolour and languished,
Desiring li joy and thank you.

To know not me puist resjoir,
To this is that my lady mild,
That if any pain put me at his pleasure
She pouoir mid and do deffaire:
And if puet me all good and doing evil,
And to any mid friend joy,
In desiring li joy and thank you.

If li Depri to his memory cuer
He wills for me, because without Ades meffaire
The aim of umble cuer loyally and desire.
But aprochier original street gracieus
Can not often do devers li Retreat,
It Avg poise, because I loved that Miex mi,
In desiring li joy and thank you.