“I, too, should win small honour,”
the worthy man did say:
“I pray you of your goodness
to let me by you stay,
And since it seems my wooing
doth anger you so much,
’Twill long be ere my fingers
shall dare your robe to touch!”
“I, too, should win small honour,”
the worthy man did say:
“I pray you of your goodness
to let me by you stay,
And since it seems my wooing
doth anger you so much,
’Twill long be ere my fingers
shall dare your robe to touch!”