Syn I fro love escaped am so fat, <br />I nere thinke to ben in his prison lene; <br />Syn I am fre, I count hym not a bene. <br /> <br />He may answere, and sey this and that, <br />I do no fors, I speke ryght as I mene ; <br />Syn I fro love escaped am so fat. <br /> <br />Love hath my name i-strike out of his sclat, <br />And he is strike out of my bokes clene : <br />For ever mo ther is non other mene, <br />Syn I fro love escaped &c.<br /><br />Geoffrey Chaucer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rondeau-iii/
