Classic Poem

Now wolde I faine sum merthes make
All only for my lady's sake
When I her see:
But nowe I am so far fro her
It will not be.

Though I be far out of her sight
I am her man both day and night,
And so will be:
Therfore wolde as I love her
She loved me.

Whan she is mery than am I gladde,
Whan she is sory than am I sadde,
And cause is why:
For he leveth not that loved her
So well as I.

She seith that she hath sein it write
That seldin sein is sone forgeit.
It is not so:
For in good feith, save only her,
I love no moo.

Wherfor I pray both night and day
That she may cast alle car away
And leve in rest.
And evermore, wherever she be,
To love me best.

And I to her to be so trewe,
And never to chaung for no newe,
Unto my ende.
And that I may in her service
Ever to amend.