Sir Peire, methinks what you express
Is lacking much in seemliness.
In another poem the talented Sordello says:
My love for her is so profound
I'd serve her, spurn and scorn despite
Ere with another I'd be found--
Yet I'd not serve without requite,
and in another, after stating that he loves his lady so much that he
would thank her even if she killed him, he continues:
Thus, lady, I commend to thee
My fate and life, thy faithful squire
I'd rather die in misery
Than have thee stoop to my desire.
The knight who truly loves his dame
Not only loves her comely face,
Dearer to him is her fair fame
Undimmed, unsullied by disgrace.
How grievously I should offend
Thy virtue, if I spoke of passion;
But if I did--which God forfend!
Sweet lady, stoop not to compassion.
Although Sordello appeared so extremely modest, yet he was grieved to
death because his lady did not return his love.
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