Rejection

REJECTION 

So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced 
Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne; 
For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne. 

Giltles my deeth thus han ye me purchaced; 
I sey yow sooth, me nedeth not to feyne; 
So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced 
Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne. 

Allas! that nature hath in yow compassed 
So greet beaute, that no man may atteyne 
To mercy, though he sterve for the peyne. 
So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced 
Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne; 
For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.