Ne no wight preyset[=h] of sugre the swetnes
But they to fore haue tasted bitternes

Gryssyld was asayed atte fu[=ll]
That torned after to encrese of Ioye
Penolope gan eke for sorowes dulle
For that her lord abode so long at troye
Also the torment ther coude noman accoye
Of dorygene flour of al Bretaigne
Thus euer Ioye is fyn and ende of payne

And trustet[=h] this for conclusion
The ende of sorow is Ioye voyde of drede
For hoolly seyntes thurg[=h] her passion
Haue heuyn wonne by their souerain mede
And plente gladly folowet[=h] after nede
And so my doughter after your greuaunce
I you behote ye shal haue ful plesaunce

For euer of loue the maner and the gyse
Is for to hurte his seruaunt & to wounde
And whan he hat[=h] taught them his empryse
He can in Ioye make them to habounde
And sit[=h] that ye haue in my laas be bounde
Wit[=h] oute gruoching or rebellyon
Ye muste of night haue consolacion

This to sayne dowtet[=h] neuer a deel
That ye shal haue ful possession
Of hym that ye now cherisshe so weel
In honest maner wit[=h] oute offencion
By cause I knowe youre entencion
Is truly sette in party and in a[=ll]
To loue hym best and most in specia[=ll]

For he that ye haue chosen you to serue
Shal be to you suche as ye desire
Wit[=h] oute chaunge fully til he sterue
So wit[=h] my bronde I haue sette hym a fyre
And wit[=h] my grace I shal hym so enspyre
That he in herte shal be right at your wylle
Wherso you liste to saue hym or to spylle

For vnto you I shal his herte so lowe
Wit[=h] oute spotte of ony doblenesse
That he ne shal escape from the bowe
Thaug[=h] that hym self by vnstedfastnesse
I mene of cupide that shal hym so distresse
Vnto your honde wit[=h] tharowe of golde
That he ne shal escapen thaugh he wolde

And sith ye list of pyte and of grace
In vertu only his yonghthe to cherisshe
I shal by aspectes of my benigne face
Make hym beschewe euery synne and vice
So that he shal haue no maner spice
In his corage to loue thinges newe
He shal to yow so playn be found and trewe

And whan this goodly fair fress[=h] of hue
Humble and benygne of trout[=h] crop & rote
Conceyued had how venus gan to rewe
On her prayer plainly to do bote
To chaunge her bitter attones in to sote
She fyl on knees of hig[=h] deuocion
And in this wyse began her orison

Hyghest of hye quene and Emperice
Goddesse of loue, of good yet the best
That thurg[=h] your beaute wit[=h]oute vice
Whylom conquerd thappel atte fest