Second post. The long love that in my thought doth harbour and in my heart doth keep his residence into my face presseth with bold pretence and therein campeth spreading his banner.
She that me learneth to love and suffer and wills that my trust and lust’s negligence be reined by reason, shame, and reverence with his hardiness taketh displeasure. Where with all unto the heart’s forest he fleeeth leaving his enterprise with pain and cry, and there him hideth and not appeareth.
What may I do when my master feareth but in the field with him to live and die? For good is the life, ending faithfully.