Lines From Love Letters Poem by Anonymous British

(i)
De Amico ad Amicam

A Celuy que pluys eyme en mounde,
Of alle tho that I have founde
Carissima,
Saluz od treye amour,
With grace and joye and alle honoure,
Dulcissima.

Sachez bien, pleysant et beele,
That I am right in goode heele
Laus Christo!
Et moun amour done vous ay,
And also thine owene, night and day
In cisto.

Ma tres duce et tres ame,
Night and day for love of thee
Suspiro.
Soyez permanent et leal;
Love me so that I it fele,
Requiro.

A vou jeo suy tut done;
Mine herte is full of love to thee
Presento;
Et pur ceo jeo vou pry,
Sweting, for thin curtesy,
Memento.

Jeo vous pry par charite
The wordes that here wreten be
Tenete;
And turne thy herte me toward
O a Dieu que vous gard!
Valente!

(ii)
Responcio

A Soun tres chere et special,
Fer and ner and overal
In mundo,
Que soy ou saltz et gre
With mouth, word and herte free
Jocundo.

Jeo vous pry sans debat
That ye wolde of myn estat
Audire;
Sertfyes a vous jeo fay
I wil in time whan I may
Venire.

Pur vostre amour, allas, allas!
I am werse than I was
Per multa:
Jeo suy dolourouse en tut manere,
Woulde God in youre armes I were
Sepulta!

Vous estes ma morte et ma vye,
I preye you for your curteisie
Amate,
Cestes maundes jeo vous pry
In youre herte stedefastly
Notate.