said agayn, lady that maist restore
Hertes in Ioye from theyr aduersite
To do your wil de mieulx en mieulx ma gree

Thus euer slepyng dremyng as I laye
Wit[=h]yn the temple me thought I saye
Grete prees of folk wit[=h] murmur wonderful
To croude and shoue, the temple was so ful
Eueric[=h] ful besy, in his owne cause
That I ne may shortly in a clause
Discriuen alle the rites and the guyse
And eke I wante connyng to deuyse
How so[=m]e ther were wit[=h] blood, encence & milk
And so[=m]e wit[=h] flouris sote & softe as silk
And so[=m]e wit[=h] sparowes & douues whyte
That for to offren gan hem delyte
Vnto the goddesse wit[=h] sighe and prayer
Hem to relese of that they most desire
That for the prees shortly to conclude
I wente my way for the multitude
Me for to refress[=h] out of the prees allone
And by my self me thought as I gan gone
Wit[=h] in the estres and gan a whyle tarye
I sawe a man that walked al solitarye
That as me semed for heuynes and dole
Hym to compleyne, that he walked so sole
Wit[=h] oute espyyng of ony other wight

And yf I s[=h]al diseryuen hym a right
Yf that he had not ben in heuynes
Me thought he was, to speke of semelines
Of shap of fourme, and also of stature
The most passing, that euer yet nature
Made in her werkes, and lyke to be a man
And ther wit[=h] al as I reherce can
Of face and chere the most gracyous
To be biloued happy and ewrous
Bur as it semed outward by his chere
That he complayned for lack of his desire
For by hym self as he walked vp and doun
I herde hym make a lamentacion
And said alas, what thing may this be
That now am bonde that whylom was fre
And wente at large at myn election
Now am I caught vnder subiection
For to become a beray homager
To god of loue, wher er I cam here
Felt in myn herte, nought of loues peyne
But now of newe, wit[=h]in hur firy cheyne
I am embraced so that I may not stryue
To serue and loue whyle I am on lyue

The godly freshe in the temple yonder
I sawe right now, that I had wonder
How euer god, for to rekene a[=ll]
Might make a thing so celestia[=ll]
So angelike on erthe to appere
For wit[=h] the stremes of her eyen clere
I am wounded euen to the hert
That fro the det[=h] I may not astert
And most I meruayle that so sodeinly
I was so yolde to be at hur mercy
Wit[=h]oute more, I muste her lust obeye
Whether that she liste me to lyue or deye
And take mekely my sodeyn auenture
For sit[=h] my lif, my det[=h], and eke my cure
Is in h