Classic Poem

" I love, I love, and whom love ye? "
" I love a flowre of fresh beaute."
" I love another as well as ye."
" Than shall be proved here, anon,
If we three can agre in on."

" I love a flowre of swete odour. "
" Magerome gentil, or lavendour?
Columbine, goldes of swete flavour?"
" Nay! nay! let be:
Is non of them
That liketh me."

" There is a flowre whereso he be,
And shall not yet be named for me."
" Primeros, violet or fresh daisy?"
" He pass them all
In his degree,
That best liketh me."

" On that I love most enterly."
" Gelofyr gentil, or rosemary?
Camamill, borage or savery?"
" Nay! certenly,
Here is not he
That pleseth me."

" I chese a floure, freshest of face."
" What is his name that thou chosen has?
The rose I suppose? — thine hart unbrace!"
" That same is he,
In hart so fre,
That best liketh me."

" The rose it is a ryall flour."
" The red or the white? — shewe his colour!"
" Both be full swete and of like savour:
All on they be
That day to se,
It liketh well me."

" I love the rose, both red and white."
" Is that your pure perfite appetite?"
" To here talke of them is my delite."
" Joyed may we be
Oure prince to se,
And roses thre.

" Nowe have we loved, and love will we,
This faire, fresh floure, full of beaute."
" Most worthy it is, as thinketh me."
" Than may be proved here, anon,
That we three be agrede in on."