But for sweet sake of God above,
Forbear to blame my ardent love.
If I be mad, 'tis my affair,
And well content am I to bear
The yoke of Love, and ever be
A slave 'neath his sweet mastery.
If I am mad, regard me not,
To Love I'm vowed, whate'er my lot,
And to the Rose have given troth-plight:
If wrong, 'tis wrong; if right, 'tis right.
[. . .]
When Reason heard my words she went
Her ways and left me worn and spent
Roman de la Rose, v. 7585-94, 7611-12
(Trans. by F. S. Ellis)
But for sweet sake of God above,
Forbear to blame my ardent love.
If I be mad, 'tis my affair,
And well content am I to bear
The yoke of Love, and ever be
A slave 'neath his sweet mastery.
If I am mad, regard me not,
To Love I'm vowed, whate'er my lot,
And to the Rose have given troth-plight:
If wrong, 'tis wrong; if right, 'tis right.
[. . .]
When Reason heard my words she went
Her ways and left me worn and spent
Roman de la Rose, v. 7585-94, 7611-12
(Trans. by F. S. Ellis)
