Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene; Sin I am free, I counte him not a bene. He may answere, and seye this or that; I do no fors, I speke right as I mene. Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene. Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat, And he is strike out of my bokes clene For ever-mo; ther is non other mene. Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene; Sin I am free, I counte him not a bene. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS OVID TO HIS WIFE: IMITATED FROM DIFFERENT PARTS OF TRISTIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |