<< But hadde I first knowen in my wit The vertue and [the] strengthe of it, I nolde not have mused there; 1645 Me hadde bet ben elles-where; For in the snare I fel anoon, That hath bitraisshed many oon. In thilke mirour saw I tho, Among a thousand thinges mo, 1650 A ROSER charged ful of roses, THE ROSER. That with an hegge aboute enclos is. Tho had I swich lust and envye, That, for Parys ne for Pavye, Nolde I have left to goon and see 1655 Ther grettest hepe of roses be. Whan I was with this rage hent, That caught hath many a man and shent, Toward the roser gan I go. And whan I was not fer therfro, 1660 The savour of the roses swote Me smoot right to the herte rote, As I hadde al embawmed [be.] And if I ne hadde endouted me To have ben hated or assailed, 1665 My thankes, wolde I not have failed >> Quex sa force ert et sa vertu, Ne m'i fusse jà embatu: 1620 Car meintenant où las chaï Qui meint homme ont pris et traï. Où miroer entre mil choses, Choisi rosiers chargiés de roses, Qui estoient en ung détor D'une haie clos tout entor: Adont m'en prist si grant envie, Que ne laissasse por Pavie, Ne por Paris, que ge n'alasse Là où ge vi la greignor masse. 1630 Quant cele rage m'ot si pris, Dont maint ont esté entrepris, Vers les rosiers tantost me très; Et sachiés que quant g'en fui près, L'oudor des roses savorées M'entra ens jusques es corées, Que por noient fusse embasmés: Se assailli ou mesamés << To pulle a rose of al that route To beren in myn honde aboute, And smellen to it wher I wente; But ever I dredde me to repente, 1670 And lest it greved or for-thoughte The lord that thilke gardyn wroughte. Of roses were ther gret woon, So faire wexe never in roon. Of knoppes clos, some saw I there, 1675 And some wel beter woxen were; And some ther been of other moysoun, That drowe nigh to hir sesoun, And spedde hem faste for to sprede; I love wel swiche roses rede; 1680 For brode roses, and open also, Ben passed in a day or two; But knoppes wilen fresshe be Two dayes atte leest, or three. The knoppes gretly lyked me, 1685 For fairer may ther no man see. Who-so mighte haven oon of alle, It oughte him been ful leef withalle. Mighte I [a] gerlond of hem geten, For no richesse I wolde it leten. 1690