By Geoffrey Chaucer
Purse 1 To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight
Purse 2 Complayne I, for ye be my lady dere.
Purse 3 I am so sory, now that ye been lyght;
Purse 4 For certes but yf ye make me hevy chere,
Purse 5 Me were as leef be layd upon my bere;
Purse 6 For which unto your mercy thus I crye,
Purse 7 Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye.
Purse 8 Now voucheth sauf this day or hyt be nyght
Purse 9 That I of yow the blisful soun may here
Purse 10 Or see your colour lyk the sonne bryght
Purse 11 That of yelownesse hadde never pere.
Purse 12 Ye be my lyf, ye be myn hertes stere.
Purse 13 Quene of comfort and of good companye,
Purse 14 Beth hevy ageyn, or elles moot I dye.
Purse 15 Now purse that ben to me my lyves lyght
Purse 16 And saveour as doun in this world here,
Purse 17 Out of this toune helpe me thurgh your myght,
Purse 18 Syn that ye wole nat ben my tresorere;
Purse 19 For I am shave as nye as any frere.
Purse 20 But yet I pray unto your curtesye,
Purse 21 Beth hevy agen, or elles moot I dye.
Purse 22 O conquerour of Brutes Albyon,
Purse 23 Which that by lyne and free eleccion
Purse 24 Been verray kyng, this song to yow I sende,
Purse 25 And ye, that mowen alle oure harmes amende,
Purse 26 Have mynde upon my supplicacion.