Sonette XIV
Poem (Canso): 
Into a rowan rent I so began
	The path to her whom I love and desire.
	Well set was I, I thought, against the Liar,
	While further in the labyrinth I ran.
	Where led my way, was nowhere that I kan,
	Though felt I touch of Hades cruel fire;
	And when I knew not which way to retire,
	Saw vision I of my divine woman.
	Light cast she forth, the easier to tread,
	Until came I to the infernal gate.
	With her in mind, of will I have no dread,
	For I with her, or here or there, be fate.
	Belovèd soul, who shineth with virtue,
	Doth comfort me with aid and vision true.