“Whan I have sene another blithe

Of love and hadde a goodly chere,

Ethna, which brenneth yere by yere,

Was thanne nought so hote as I

Of thilk e sore which prively

Mine hertes thought withinne brenneth.”

“Whan I have sene another blithe Of love and hadde a goodly chere, Ethna, which brenneth yere by yere, Was thanne nought so hote as I Of thilk e sore which prively Mine hertes thought withinne brenneth.”