2827 To bringe hem out of woo and were,
2828 And helpe many a bachilere;
2829 And many a lady sent socoure,
2830 That have loved pamour,
2831 Thorough spekyng, whanne they myght heere
2832 Of her lovers, to hem so dere.
2833 To me it voidith all her smerte,
2834 The which is closed in her herte.
2835 In herte it makith hem glad and light,
2836 Speche, whanne they mowe have sight.
2837 And therfore now it cometh to mynde,
2838 In olde dawes, as I fynde,
2839 That clerkis writen that hir knewe,
2840 Ther was a lady fresh of hwe,
2841 Which of hir love made a songe
2842 On hym forto remembre Amonge,
2843 In which she seide, "Whanne that I here
2844 Speken of hym that is so dere,
2845 To me it voidith all smerte,
2846 Iwys, he sittith so nere myne herte.
2847 To speke of hym, at eve or morwe,
2848 It cureth me of all my sorwe.
2849 To me is noon so high plesauce
2850 As of his psone dalyaunce."