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53. Balade: «Puisqu’il lui plaist, il me souffist» 
			 
			Pourquoy virent onques mes yeulx 
			Vostre beauté, belle sans per? 
			Pourquoy fu je si oultrageux 
			De vous vouloir onques amer? 
			Pourquoy me mis je en tele mer, 
			Ne mon cuer pourquoy y pensa? 
			Car onques puis d'un an an sa 
			Ses pensees ailleurs ne mist, 
			Et dit qu’en vous servant mourra. 
			Puis qu’il lui plaist, il me souffist. 
			 
			Combien que j’amasse trop mieulx, 
			S’il se peust faire, l’en garder, 
			Car il n’en ris ne jeux, 
			Ne riens fors doulour a porter. 
			S’il ne vous plaist le conforter, 
			Je croy que bien brief finera. 
			Car onques mais nul cuer n'ama 
			Qui en tele doulourr languist. 
			Or languisse tant qu’il vouldra. 
			Puis qu’il lui plaist, il me souffist. 
			 
			Et non obstant ce, je m'en deulx. 
			Ne vous en vueilliez merveillier 
			Car je vous jure, se m’aist Dieux, 
			Il ne puet dormir ne veillier 
			Qu’il ne lui faille traveillier 
			A penser comment il pourra 
			Guerir des maulx qu'il en a. 
			Mais il n'a gueres qu'il me dist 
			Que vostre bon gré atandra 
			Puis qu’il lui plaist, il me souffist. 
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53. Ballade: “Since it pleases my heart, that’s enough for me” 
			 
			Why did my eyes ever see 
			Your beauty, fair lady without peer? 
			Why was I ever so foolishly bold 
			As ever to want to love you? 
			Why did I put myself on such a sea, 
			And why did my heart consider it? 
			For ever since a year ago, 
			It directed its thoughts nowhere else 
			And said that it will die in serving you. 
			Since it pleases my heart, that’s enough for me. 
			 
			How much I would have preferred 
			If it were possible, to prevent it, 
			For it has neither laughter nor play, 
			Nor anything but sorrow to bear. 
			Unless it please you to comfort it, 
			I believe that very shortly it will die. 
			For never did any heart ever love 
			That languished in such sorrow. 
			But let it languish as much as it wants. 
			Since it pleases my heart, that’s enough for me. 
			 
			And nonetheless, I am in sorrow. 
			Please do not be amazed, 
			For I swear to you, so help me God, 
			I can neither sleep nor remain awake 
			That it is not compelled to struggle 
			Thinking about how it will be able 
			To recover from the pains it bears. 
			But it wasn’t long ago that it told me 
			That it would await your good will. 
			Since it pleases my heart, that’s enough for me. 
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