Classic Poem

CCXVIII

Grudge on who list, this is my lot;
No thing to want, if it were not.

My years be young even as ye see.
All things thereto doth well agree.
In faith, in face, in each degree
No thing doth want, as seemeth me,
If it were not.

Some men doth say that friends be scarce
But I have found, as in this case,
A friend which giveth to no man place
But makes me happiest that ever was,
If it were not.

Grudge on who list, this is my lot;
No thing to want, if it were not.

A heart I have besides all this
That hath my heart and I have his.
If he doth well it is my bliss
And when we meet no lack there is,
If it were not.

If he can find that can me please,
He thinks he does his own heart's ease;
And likewise I could well appease
The chiefest cause of his misease,
If it were not.

Grudge on who list, this is my lot;
No thing to want, if it were not.

A master eke God hath me sent
To whom my will is wholly bent
To serve and love, for that intent
That both we might be well content,
If it were not.

And here an end. It doth suffice
To speak few words among the wise.
Yet take this note before your eyes:
My mirth should double once or twice
If it were not.

Grudge on who list, this is my lot;
No thing to want if it were not.