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 otherwhere; 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 otherwhere, importune me no more”.

Then spake fair Venus’ son, that brave 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 otherwhere, 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 otherwhere, importune me no more”.