Love and my love did range the forest wild, 
Mounted alike, upon swift coursers both. 
Love her encountered, though he was a child. 
"Let's strive," saith he, whereat my love was wroth, 
And scorned the boy, and checked him with a smile. 
"I mounted am, and arméd with my spear; 
Thou art too weak, thyself do not beguile; 
I could thee conquer if I naked were." 
With this love wept, and then my love replied: 
"Kiss me, sweet boy, so weep my boy no more." 
Thus did my love, and then her force she tried; 
Love was made ice, that fire was before. 
A kiss of hers, as I, poor soul, do prove, 
Can make the hottest freeze and coldest love.