text: When I was fair and young, then favor graced me.
  Of many was I sought their mistress for to be.
  But I did scorn them all and answered 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.