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Nou goth to reste the starre of morne

Poem (Canso): 

Nou goth to reste the starre of morne,
And wel myghte yhowe, lady hea-borne,
Hwan my vysagge yow hap to se.
To othre ye ytorned be,
And noon of hwat we haue may knowe:
Than loue of oures ner bene more trowe.

Translation: 

Now the morning-star goes to rest,
And so might you, high-born lady,
When you happen to see my face.
Your eye should be turned to another:
And no one will know of what we have:
There has never been a love as true as ours.