Love Lines

Whoe'er toward Love so plays his part
And serves love so that he will bear,
For love's sake, pain and bitter smart,
That man is blest by love, I swear.
From love all good doth take its start:
Love maketh pure and upright heart.
Then without love how should I fare?

My lady fair I love right well,
And pure, I know, her love for me;
If aught that's false in my love dwell,
True love surely cannot be.
Thanks for my love she doth compel,
And of her love my song shall tell.
Who holds love ill, a fool is he!