1771 And Love hadde gete hym, in his throwe,
1772 Another arowe into his bowe,
1773 And forto shete gan hym dresse;
1774 The arowis name was symplesse.
1775 And whanne that love gan nyghe me nere,
1776 He drowe it up, withouten were,
1777 And shette at me with all his myght,
1778 So that this arowe anoon right
1779 Thourgh out eigh, as it was founde,
1780 Into myn herte hath maad a wounde.
1781 Thanne I anoon dide al my crafte
1782 fforto drawen out the shafte,
1783 And therwith all I sighede efte.
1784 But in myn herte the heed was lefte,
1785 Which ay encreside my desire,
1786 Unto the bothom drawe nere;
1787 And evermo that me was woo,
1788 The more desir hadde I to goo
1789 Unto the roser, where that grewe
1790 The freysshe bothum so bright of hewe.
1791 Betir me were to have laten be;
1792 But it bihovede nedes me
1793 To done right as myn herte badde.
1794 ffor evere the body must be ladde