<< That she the gate of the gardin Undide, and leet me passen in. 1280 And after daunced, as I gesse, YOUTHE. [YOUTHE], fulfild of lustinesse, That nas not yit twelve yeer of age, With herte wilde, and thought volage; Nyce she was, but she ne mente 1285 Noon harm ne slight in hir entente, But only lust and Iolitee. For yonge folk, wel witen ye, Have litel thought but on hir play. Hir lemman was bisyde alway, 1290 In swich a gyse, that he hir kiste At alle tymes that him liste, That al the daunce mighte it see; They make no force of privetee; For who spak of hem yvel or wel, 1295 They were ashamed never-a-del, But men mighte seen hem kisse there, As it two yonge douves were. For yong was thilke bachelere, Of beaute wot I noon his pere; 1300 And he was right of swich an age As Youthe his leef, and swich corage. The lusty folk thus daunced there, And also other that with hem were, >> Me fist si grant qu'ele m'ovri Le guichet del vergier flori. Après se tint mien esciant, Jonesce, au vis cler et luisant, Qui n'avoit encores passés, Si cum je cuit, douze ans d'assés. 1270 Nicete fu, si ne pensoit Nul mal, ne nul engin qui soit; Mès moult iert envoisie et gaie, Car jone chose ne s'esmaie Fors de joer, bien le savés. Ses amis iert de li privés En tel guise, qu'il la besoit Toutes les fois que li plesoit, Voians tous ceus de la karole: Car qui d'aus deus tenist parole, 1280 Il n'en fussent jà vergondeus, Ains les véissiés entre aus deus Baisier comme deus columbiaus. Le valés fu jones et biaus, Si estoit bien d'autel aage Cum s'amie, et d'autel corage. Ainsi karoloient ilecques, Ceste gens, et autres avecques, << That weren alle of hir meynee; 1305 Ful hende folk, and wys, and free, And folk of fair port, trewely, Ther weren alle comunly. Whan I hadde seen the countenaunces Of hem that ladden thus these daunces, 1310 Than hadde I wil to goon and see The gardin that so lyked me, And loken on these faire loreres, On pyn-trees, cedres, and oliveres. The daunces than y-ended were; 1315 For many of hem that daunced there Were with hir loves went awey Under the trees to have hir pley. A, lord! they lived lustily! A gret fool were he, sikerly, 1320 That nolde, his thankes, swich lyf lede! For this dar I seyn, out of drede, That who-so mighte so wel fare, For better lyf [thurte] him not care; For ther nis so good paradys 1325 As have a love at his devys. Out of that place wente I tho, And in that gardin gan I go,