So much I love joy and love and song, mirth, sport and courtesy, that in the world there is no wealth nor riches that could make me feel happier. Therefore I know well that my lady holds the keys of all the good that I expect and hope for, and none of this can I have without her.
Her great courage and her modest look, her gentle speech and her fair company have made me always love her dominion more than any other's I have seen before or since; and if her loving and tender heart deigns not to keep me under her mercy, love cannot please me with anything else.
So have I wanted her good and her renown, and so have I desired her and her company that I believe if she wanted me to leave her I could never be able to part from her; and if I declare her honour, her good and her fame, I could not be held to be a lair, since her worth proves my honesty.
Fair lady, courteous, kind, of sure judgement, without blemish or folly, although I do not see you as often as I would, my fancy lightens my desire in which is my delight, my ease and my repose, and when my eyes cannot see you, I see you in my thoughts, day and night.
Do you know why I do not turn aside or hesitate in loving you, my fair, gentle friend? Because if I had you, I should not fear that you put forward any falsehood or deceit; for I prefer, although I only presume it, that you could some day be mine than kiss, embrace or hold another woman.
So if I ever am held in your arms so that both of us are of one mind, I wonder how I could contain my joy.