"Troilus's Song" (a translation of Petrarch's "S'amor non è")
|If no love is, O God, what feele I so?
And if love is, what thing and which is he?
If love be good, from whennes commeth my wo?
If it be wikke, a wonder thinketh me,
What every torment and adversitee
That cometh of him may to me savory thinke,
For ay thurste I, the more that ich drinke.
And if that at myn owene lust I breene,
Complaine; ywis, thus possed to and fro
All stereless within a boot am I
Amidde the see, bitwixen windes two,
That in contrarye stonden everemo.
Allas, what is this wonder maladye?
For hoot of colde, for cold of hoot I die.