Classic Poem

Honure, joy, helthe, and plesaunce,
Vertu, riches abundaunt with good ure —
The Lord graunt you, which hath most puisshaunce,
And many a gladsom yere for to endure
With love and praise of every creature;
And for my love all prevaile it shall,
I give it you as be ye very seure,
With hert, body, my litel good and all.

And so you not displese with my desire,
This wolde I you biseche, that of youre grace
It like you, lo, to graunt me all this yere
As in youre hert to have a dwelling place,
All be it never of so lite a space;
For which as this the rente resceive ye shall
My love and service as in every case,
With hert, body, my litel good and all.

And sin it is to you no prejudice,
Sum litel pratty corner sekes me

Within your hert; for parde, lo, justice
If I offende it must yourselven be
To punisshe, like as ye the offenses see;
For I as name nor have no thing at all,
But it is soul your owen in eche degree,
With hert, body, my litel good and all.

What so ye will, I will it to obey,
For paine or smert how so that me bifall;
So am I youre, and shall to that I dey,
With hert, body, my litel good and all.