As a springe-wel under a thorn
There was bote of bale, a litel hire a thorn
There beside stant a maide, full of love ibounde
Whoso wol seche trewe love, in hir it shall be founde
There was bote of bale, a litel hire a thorn
There beside stant a maide, full of love ibounde
Whoso wol seche trewe love, in hir it shall be founde