Je meurs de soif en cousté* la fontaine ; Tremblant de froid au feu des amoureux.
Le monde est ennuyé de moy, Et moy pareillement de lui.
Yver, vous n'este qu'un vilain.
Le monde est ennuyé de moy, Et moy pareillement de lui.
Je suy cellui au cueur* vestu de noir.
C'est grant pitié qu'il convient que je soye L'homme esgaré qui ne scet ou il va.
Le temps a laissié son manteau De vent, de froidure et de pluye, Et s'est vestu de brouderie, De soleil luyant, cler et beau.
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