3763   Stroke to myn herte withoute more,
3764   And me alegged of my sore,
3765   So was I full of ioye and blisse.
3766   It is faire sich a flour to kisse,
3767   It was so swoote and saverous.
3768   I myght not be so Angwisshous,
3769   That I mote glad and Ioly be,
3770   Whanne that I remembre me.
3771   Yit ever among, sothly to seyne,
3772   I suffre noye and moche peyne.
3773   The see may never be so stille,
3774   That with a litel wynde it wille
3775   Overwhelme and turne Also,
3776   As it were woode, in wawis goo.
3777   Aftir the calme the trouble soune
3778   Mote folowe, and chaunge as the moone.
3779   Right so farith love, that yelde in oon
3780   Holdith his anker; for right Anoon
3781   Whanne they in ese wene beste to lyve,
3782   They ben with tempest all for dryve.
3783   Who serveth love, can telle of woo;
3784   The stoundemele ioye mote overgoo.
3785   Now he hurteth, and now he cureth,
3786   For elde in oo poynt love endureth.