And since my malady
Will not be
Cured at all
Without you, sweet enemy.
Who are glad
At my torment.
With folded hands I pray
To your heart, since it forgets me.
That it should kill me quickly.
For I languish too long.
Sweet pretty lady.
For God's sake do not think
That any one has authority
Over me but you alone. (Guillaume de Machaut)

And since my malady Will not be Cured at all Without you, sweet enemy. Who are glad At my torment. With folded hands I pray To your heart, since it forgets me. That it should kill me quickly. For I languish too long. Sweet pretty lady. For God's sake do not think That any one has authority Over me but you alone.

Guillaume de Machaut

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