I shall thee clothe in a new array, Thy meat shall be milk, honey and wine. Fair love, let us go dine: Thy sustenance is in my crippe, lo! Tarry thou not, my fair spouse mine, _Quia amore langueo_. If thou be foul, I shall thee make clean; If thou be sick, I shall thee heal; If thou mourn ought, I shall thee mene; Why wilt thou not, fair love, with me deal? Foundest thou ever love so leal? What wilt thou, soul, that I shall do? I may not unkindly thee appeal _Quia amore langueo_. What shall I do now with my spouse But abide her of my gentleness, Till that she look out of her house Of fleshly affection? love mine she is; Her bed is made, her bolster is bliss, Her chamber is chosen; is there none mo. Look out on me at the window of kindeness _Quia amore langueo_. My love is in her chamber: hold your peace! Make ye no noise, but let her sleep. My babe I would not were in disease, I may not hear my dear child weep. With my pap I shall her keep; Ne marvel ye not though I tend her to: This wound in my side had ne’er be so deep But _Quia amore langueo_. crippe] scrip. mene] care for. Long thou for love never so high, My love is more than thine may be. Thou weepest, thou gladdest, I sit thee by: Yet wouldst thou once, love, look unto me! Should I always feede thee With children meat? Nay, love, not so! I will prove thy love with adversitè _Quia amore langueo_. Wax not weary, mine own wife! What mede is aye to live in comfort? In tribulation I reign more rife Ofter times than in disport. In weal and in woe I am aye to support: Mine own wife, go not me fro! Thy mede is marked, when thou art mort: _Quia amore langueo_. _25._ _The Nut-Brown Maid_ 15th Cent. _He._ _Be it right or wrong, these men among_ _On women do complain;_ _Affirming this, how that it is_ _A labour spent in vain_ _To love them wele; for never a dele_ _They love a man again:_ _For let a man do what he can_ _Their favour to attain,_ _Yet if a new to them pursue,_ _Their first true lover than_ _Laboureth for naught; for from her thought_ _He is a banished man._ _25._ never a dele] never a bit. than] then. _She._ _I say not nay, but that all day_ _It is both written and said_ _That woman’s faith is, as who saith,_ _All utterly decayd:_ _But nevertheless, right good witnèss_ _In this case might be laid_ _That they love true and continue:_ _Record the Nut-brown Maid,_ _Which, when her love came her to prove,_ _To her to make his moan,_ _Would not depart; for in her heart_ _She loved but him alone._