Geoffrey Chaucer
Hide, Absalom, thy guilty tresses clear
Hide, Absalom, thy guilty tresses clear;
Esther, lay thou thy meekness all a-down;
Hide Jonathas, all thy friendly manère;
Penelope, and Marcia Catoun
Make of your wifehood no comparisoun;
Hide ye your beauties, Isoud and Elaine
My lady cometh, that all this may distain

The faire body, let it not appear, Lavyn;
And thou, Lucress of Rome town
And Polixene, that broughten love so dear;
And Cleopatr will all thy passion
Hide ye your truth of love and your renown;
And thou, Tisbe, that hast of love such pain
My lady cometh, that all this may distain

Hero, Dido, Laodomia, all y-frere
And Phyllis, hanging for thy Dеmophoun
And Canace, espiéd by thy cherе
Ysyphile, betrayséd with Jasoun
Make of your truthé neither boast ne soun;
Nor Hypermestr or Adriane, ye twain
My lady cometh, that all this may distain