At the Gates of Spring
July 5, 2023The Morning Quatrains
July 5, 2023“Go forth my heart.”
Go forth, my hert, with my lady;
Loke that we spare no business
To serve her with such lowliness,
That ye get her grace and mercy.
Pray her of times prively
That she keep trewly her promise
Go forth &c.
I must as a hertless body
Abide alone in hevyness,
And ye shal do wel with your maistress
In plesans glad and mery. pleasure
Go forth &c.