THE LOVE UNFEIGNED

by: Geoffrey Chaucer (1342?-1400)

      YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she,
      In which that love up groweth with your age,
      Repeyreth [1] hoom from worldly vanitee,
      And of your herte up-casteth the visage
      To thilke god that after his image
      Yow made, and thinketh al nis but a fayre
      This world, that passeth sone as floures fayre.
      And loveth him, the which that right for love
      Upon a cros, our soules for to beye,
      First starf [2], and roos, and sit in the hevene a-bove;
      For he nil falsen no wight, dar I seye,
      That wol his herte al hoolly on him leye.
      And sin he best to love is, and most meke,
      What nedeth feyned loves for to seke?

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1 repeyreth: repair ye

2 starf: died

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