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45. I Have now Set my Heart so High
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Religious Lyrics of the XVth Century | ||
45. I Have now Set my Heart so High
I Haue nowe sett myne herte so hye,
My luff alone is one oone lente
the whiche is fayre, fecunde and fre,
the myldeste may that euer was mente.
She hase myne herte in yche degre,
She is so generus and so gente,
And I hir chose for chastite
eternally trewluff to tente.
Hyr dulcede is indesinente
ffor she is rote of all recreaunce,
Hyr frute is indeficient
to luff wyth-owte varyaunce.
My luff alone is one oone lente
the whiche is fayre, fecunde and fre,
the myldeste may that euer was mente.
She hase myne herte in yche degre,
She is so generus and so gente,
And I hir chose for chastite
eternally trewluff to tente.
Hyr dulcede is indesinente
ffor she is rote of all recreaunce,
Hyr frute is indeficient
to luff wyth-owte varyaunce.
Tota pulcra and principall
of plente that is plenitude,
Castell of clennes, I hyr call,
that beldith in beatitude,
beyng as clene as clere crystall
Whose meuynge is mansuetude.
hyr sete is sett sempeternall
In excelsis so celsitude.
O pierles princes, thy pulcritude
Was so indewed wyth dalyaunce,
thy fortune was so felicitude
to luff wyth-owtyn varyaunce.
of plente that is plenitude,
Castell of clennes, I hyr call,
that beldith in beatitude,
beyng as clene as clere crystall
Whose meuynge is mansuetude.
hyr sete is sett sempeternall
In excelsis so celsitude.
O pierles princes, thy pulcritude
Was so indewed wyth dalyaunce,
thy fortune was so felicitude
to luff wyth-owtyn varyaunce.
Religious Lyrics of the XVth Century | ||