Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
Submitted by quoto about 2 years ago
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O yonge, fresshe folkes, he or she,
In which that love up groweth with youre age.
And ther he saugh, with ful avysement
The erratik sterres, herkenyng armonye
With sownes ful of hevenyssh melodie.
Wommen desiren to have sovereynetee
As wel over hir housbond as hir love.
Yblessed be god that I have wedded fyve!
Welcome the sixte, whan that evere he shal.
Love wol nat been constreyned by maistrye.
When maistrie comth, the God of Love anon
Beteth his wynges, and farewel, he is gon!
This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf,
That first he wroghte, and afterward he taughte.
Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.