O lewde book, with thy foole rudenesse, <br />Sith thou hast neither beautee n'eloquence, <br />Who hath thee caused, or yeve thee hardinesse <br />For to appere in my ladyes presence? <br />I am ful siker, thou knowest her benivolence <br />Ful ágreable to alle hir obeyinge; <br />For of al goode she is the best livinge. <br /> <br />Allas! that thou ne haddest worthinesse <br />To shewe to her som plesaunt sentence, <br />Sith that she hath, thorough her gentilesse, <br />Accepted thee servant to her digne reverence! <br />O, me repenteth that I n'had science <br />And leyser als, to make thee more florisshinge; <br />For of al goode she is the best livinge. <br /> <br />Beseche her mekely, with al lowlinesse, <br />Though I be fer from her [as] in absence, <br />To thenke on my trouth to her and stedfastnesse, <br />And to abregge of my sorwe the violence, <br />Which caused is wherof knoweth your sapience; <br />She lyke among to notifye me her lykinge; <br />For of al goode she is the best livinge. <br /> <br />Lenvoy <br /> <br />Aurore of gladnesse, and day of lustinesse, <br />Lucerne a-night, with hevenly influence <br />Illumined, rote of beautee and goodnesse, <br />Suspiries which I effunde in silence, <br />Of grace I beseche, alegge let your wrytinge, <br />Now of al goode sith ye be best livinge. <br /> <br />Explicit<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/envoy-to-alison/
