Troilus and Criseyde: A Translation | The Snow of the Universe
Taken from Book III, lines 1422-1477 “Myn hertes lif, my trist, al my plesaunce, That I was born, allas, what me is wo, That day of us moot make disseveraunce! For tyme it is to ryse and hennes go, Or ellis I am lost for evere mo! O nyght, allas, why nyltow over us hove... Continue Reading →