When I was fair and young, and favor graced me.
Of many was I sought their mistress for to be.
But I did scorn them all, and said to them therefore,
Go, go, go, seek some other where, importune me
no more.
How many weeping eyes I made to pine in woe;
How many sighing hearts I have not skill to show,
But I the prouder grew, and still this spake
therefore:
Go, go, go, seek some other where, importune me
no more.
Then spake fair Venus' son, that proud victorious
boy,
Saying: You dainty dame, for that you be so coy,
I will so pluck your plumes as you shall say no more:
Go, go, go, seek some other where, importune me no
more.
As soon as he had said, such change grew in my breast
That neither night nor day I could take any rest.
Wherefore I did repent that I had said before:
Go, go, go, seek some other where, importune me no
more.
