When the nightegale singes 
And the wodes waxen grene 
Lef and grass and blosme springes 
In Averil, I wene 
(And) love is to min herte gon 
With one spere so kene 
Night and day my blod it drinkes 
Min herte deth me tene 

Ich have loved all this year 
That I may love namore 
Ich have siked mony sik 
Lemmon, for thin ore 
Me nis love never the ner 
And that me reweth sore 
Swete lemmon, thench on me 
Ich have loved thee yore 

Swete lemmon, I preye thee 
Of love one speche 
Whil I live in world so wide 

Other nulle I seche 
With thy love, my swete leof 
My bliss thou mightest eche 
swete cos of thy mouth 
Mighte be my leche 

Swete lemmon, I preye thee 
Of a love-bene 
If thou me lovest, as men says 
Lemmon as I wene 
And if it thy wille be 
Thou loke that it be sene 
So muchel I thenke upon thee 
That all I waxe grene

13 век, Англия 
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