ANONYMOUS
And in that hall ther was a bede; Hit was hangid with gold so rede.
And yn that bed ther lythe a knyght, His wowndes bledyng day and nyght.
By that bedes side ther kneleth a may, And she wepeth both nyght and day.
And by that beddes side ther stondith a ston, 'Corpus Christi* wretyn theron.
��Quia Amore Langueo
1 4th Cent.
IN a valley of this restles mind I sought in mountain and in mead, Trusting a true love for to find. Upon an hill then took I heed; A voice I heard (and near I yedc) In great dolour complaining tho: See, dear soul, how my sides bleed Quia amore languco*
Upon this hill I found a tree, Under a tree a man sitting; From head to foot wounded was he; His hearte blood I saw bleeding: A seemly man to be a king, A gracious face to look unto. I asked why he had paining; Quia amore langueo.
29 yede] went.
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