The fair white feet of Nicolete.

   ENVOY.

   My Princess, doff thy frozen pride,

   Nor scorn to pay Love’s golden debt,

   Through his dim woodland take for guide

   The fair white feet of Nicolete.

   GRAHAM R. TOMSON

   ’Tis of Aucassin and Nicolete.

     Who would list to the good lay

     Gladness of the captive grey?

     ’Tis how two young lovers met,

     Aucassin and Nicolete,

     Of the pains the lover bore

     And the sorrows he outwore,

     For the goodness and the grace,

     Of his love, so fair of face.

     Sweet the song, the story sweet,

     There is no man hearkens it,

     No man living ’neath the sun,

     So outwearied, so foredone,

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