Now lady, ful of mercy, I you preye,
Sith he his mercy mesured so large,
Be ye not skant; for alle we singe and seye 175
That ye ben from ay our targe.
Sith he his mercy mesured so large,
Be ye not skant; for alle we singe and seye 175
That ye ben from ay our targe.
Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose
