Rejection

So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced

Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;

For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.

Giltles my deth thus han ye me purchaced;

I sey yow soth, me nedeth not to feyne;

So hath your beaute fro your herle chaced

Pilee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne

Allas! that nature hath in yow compassed

So gret beaute, that no man may atteyne

To mercy, though he sterve for the peyne.

So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced

Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;

For daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.