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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346070" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quia Amore Langeuo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a valley of this restles mind<br>I sought in mountain and in mead,<br>Trusting a true love for to find.<br>Upon an hill then took I heed;<br>A voice I heard (and near I yede)<br>In great dolour complaining tho:<br>See, dear soul, how my sides bleed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Upon this hill I found a tree,<br>Under a tree a man sitting;<br>From head to foot wounded was he;<br>His hearte blood I saw bleeding:<br>A seemly man to be a king,<br>A gracious face to look unto.<br>I asked why he had paining:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I am true love that false was never;<br>My sister, man's soul, I loved her thus.<br>Because we would in no wise dissever<br>I left my kingdom glorious.<br>I purveyed her a palace full precious;<br>She fled, I followed, I loved her so<br>That I suffered this pain piteous</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My fair love and my spouse bright!<br>I saved her from beating, and she hath me bet;<br>I clothed her in grace and heavenly light;<br>This bloody shirt she hath on me set;<br>For longing of love yet would I not let;<br>Sweet strokes are these: lo!<br>I have loved her ever as I her het</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I crowned her with bliss and she me with thorn;<br>I led her to chamber and she me to die;<br>I brought her to worship and she me to scorn;<br>I did her reverence and she me villany.<br>To love that loveth is no maistry;<br>Her hate made never my love her foe<br>Ask me then no question why -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Look unto mine handes, man!<br>These gloves were given me when I her sought;<br>They be not white, but red and wan;<br>Embroidered with blood my spouse them brought.<br>They will not off; I loose hem nought:<br>I woo her with hem wherever she go.<br>These hands for her so friendly fought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Marvel not, man, though I sit still.<br>See, love hath shod me wonder strait:<br>Buckled my feet, as was her will,<br>With sharp nails (well thou may'st wait!)<br>In my love was never desait;<br>All my membres I have opened her to;<br>My body I made her herte's bait</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In my side I have made her nest;<br>Look in, how wet a wound is here!<br>This is her chamber, here shall she rest,<br>That she and I may sleep in fere.<br>Here may she wash, if any filth were;<br>Here is seat for all her woe;<br>Come when she will, she shall have cheer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I will abide till she be ready,<br>I will her sue if she say nay;<br>If she be retchless I will be greedy,<br>If she be dangerous I will her pray;<br>If she weep, then bide I ne may:<br>Mine arms ben spread to clip her me to.<br>Cry once, I come: now, soul, assay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Fair love, let us go play:<br>Apples ben ripe in my gardayne.<br>I shall thee clothe in a new array,<br>Thy meat shall be milk, honey and wine.<br>Fair love, let us go dine:<br>Thy sustenance is in my crippe, lo!<br>Tarry thou not, my fair spouse mine,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>If thou be foul, I shall thee make clean;<br>If thou be sick, I shall thee heal;<br>If thou mourn ought, I shall thee mene;<br>Why wilt thou not, fair love, with me deal?<br>Foundest thou ever love so leal?<br>What wilt thou, soul, that I shall do?<br>I may not unkindly thee appeal,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What shall I do now with my spouse<br>But abide her of my gentleness,<br>Till that she look out of her house<br>Of fleshly affection? love mine she is;<br>Her bed is made, her bolster is bliss,<br>Her chamber is chosen; is there none mo.<br>Look out on me at the window of kindeness,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My love is in her chamber: hold your peace!<br>Make ye no noise, but let her sleep.<br>My babe I would not were in disease,<br>I may not hear my dear child weep.<br>With my pap I shall her keep;<br>Ne marvel ye not though I tend her to:<br>This wound in my side had ne'er been so deep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Long thou for love never so high,<br>My love is more than thine may be.<br>Thou weepest, thou gladdest, I sit thee by:<br>Yet wouldst thou once, love, look unto me!<br>Should I always feede thee<br>With children meat? Nay, love, not so!<br>I will prove thy love with adversite,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wax not weary, mine own wife!<br>What mede is aye to live in comfort?<br>In tribulation I reign more rife<br>Ofter times than in disport.<br>In weal and in woe I am aye to support:<br>Mine own wife, go not me fro!<br>Thy mede is marked, when thou art mort:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quia amore langueo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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I sought in mountain and in mead,
Trusting a true love for to find.
Upon an hill then took I heed;
A voice I heard (and near I yede)
In great dolour complaining tho:
See, dear soul, how my sides bleed

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