And thanke god and wilfully obeye
For by my trout[=h] my hert shal neuer reneye
For lyf ne det[=h] mercy ne daunger
Of wil and thought to be at her desire

To ben as trewe as euer was antonyus
To cleopatre whyle hym lastet[=h] bret[=h]
Or vnto thesbe yong Piramus
That was faithful found, til them deptid deth
Right so shal I til Antropos me slet[=h]
For whele or woo her faithful man be found
Vnto my last, like as my hert is bound

To loue as wel as did Achilles
Vnto his laste the fair Polixene
Or as the grete famous Hercules
For dyanyre that felte the shott kene
Right so shal I saye right as I mene
Whyle that I lyue, her bot[=h] drede and serue
For lack of mercy thoug[=h] she do me sterue

Now lady venus to whom nothing vnknowe
Is in the world hid, ne nought may be
For ther nys thing nether hye ne lowe
May be conceyled from your pryuete
Fro whom my menyng is not now secret
But wite fully that myn entent is true
And liche my trouthe now on my peyne rue

For more of grace than of presumpcion
I axe mercy, and no thing of dute
Of lowly humbles, wit[=h] oute offencion
That ye enclyne of your benygnyte
Your audience vnto my humylyte
To graunte me that to you I clepe & calle
Sum day relees yet of my peynes alle

And sit[=h] ye haue the guerdon and the mede
Of alle louers pleinly in your honde
Now of grace and pyte take ye hede
Of my distrees, that am vnder your bonde
So lowly bound, as ye wel vnderstonde
In that place where I toke first my wounde
Of pyte suffre ye my helt[=h] may be founde

That liche as she me hurte wit[=h] a sight
Right so with helth late me hur sustene
And as the stremes of her eyen bright
Whylom my hert wit[=h] woundes sharp & kene
Thurg[=h] persed haue and yet be fresh & grene
So as she me hurte, lete her me socoure
Or ellis certayn I may not long endure

For lack of speche I can say you no more
I haue mater but I can not pleyne
My witte is du[=ll] to tel al my sore
A mouth I haue, And yet for al my peyn
For want of wordes I may not now atteyn
To tel half, that dot[=h] my hert greue
Mercy abydyng, til she me list releue

But this theffect of my mater fynal
Wit[=h] det[=h] or mercy relees for to fynde
For hert body thought lyf lust and al
Wit[=h] al my reson and al my ful mynde
And fyue wittes of on assent I bynde
To her seruyse wit[=h] oute ony stryf
And make her pryncesse of my det[=h] or lyf

And now I pray of rout[=h] and eke pyte
O goodly planet, O lady venus bright
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