Canzone to Bertran

Fair friend with joy I gin my song,
And eke on joy I set my heart;
Please God great joy will be my part,
Since mine will be the prize ere long.
Though sore my fear, I will be bold,
And hope to dwell in joy untold;
I'll not despair, whate'er betide,
But ever in such love abide.

And this my love doth make me think.
No man of worth hath e'er been found,
Who is not under Love's yoke bound;
Yet who from service least would shrink
Wins for one good a dozen cares,
One joy a thousand griefs prepares;
Sad he by others' joy must sit,
And hold his foolishness for wit.