When I was fair and young, and favour graced me,
Of many was I sought, their mistress for to be.
But I did scorn them all, and [said to]1 them therefore:
"Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere, 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 otherwhere, importune me no more."

Then spake fair Venus' son, that proud, victorious boy,
[Saying: You dainty dame, for]2 that you be so coy,
I will so pluck your [plumes as]3 you shall say no more:
"Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere, importune me no more."

[As soon as he had said]4, such change grew in my breast
That neither night [nor day I could take]5 any rest,
[Wherefore I]6 did repent that I had said before:
"Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere, importune me no more."