As a springe-wel under a thorn There was bote of bale, a litel hire a thorn There beside stant a maide, full of love ibounde Whoso wol seche trewe love, in hir it shall be founde
As a springe-wel under a thorn There was bote of bale, a litel hire a thorn There beside stant a maide, full of love ibounde Whoso wol seche trewe love, in hir it shall be founde