at ye your sone of his deyte
Cupide I mene that wit[=h] his dredful myght
And wit[=h] his brond that is so clere of light
Her herte so to fyre and to marke
As ye me whylem brent wit[=h] a sparke

That euenlic[=h] and with the same fyre
She may be hit, as I now brenne and melte
So that her herte be flamed wit[=h] desire
That she may knowe by feruence hou I swelte
For of pyte plainly yf she felte
The self hete that doth myn hert enbrace
I hope of rout[=h] she wi[=ll] do me grace

And ther wit[=h] al bemis as me thought
Towardes this man ful benyngely
Gan cast her eye, like as that she rought
Of his disease, and said ful goodly
Sith it is so, that thou so humbly
Wit[=h] out gruachyng our hestes liste obeye
Toward thyn help I wil anon pourueye

And eke my sone Cupyde that is so blynde
He shal be helpyng fully to performe
Your hool desire, that nothing be behynde
Ne shal be lefte, so we shal reforme
This pietous c[=o]pleynt, [that] maket[=h] the to morne
That she for whom thau sorowest most in hert
Shal thurg[=h] hur mercy relece al thy smert

Whan she scet[=h] tyme, thurg[=h] our purueaunce
Be not to hasty, but suffre althing wele
For in abydyng, thurg[=h] lowly obeyssaunce
Lyet[=h] ful redres, of al that ye now fele
And she shal be as trewe as ony stele
To you allone, by our myght and grace
Yf ye list mekely abyde a lityl space

But vnderstande ye that al her cherising
Shal be grounded vpon honeste
That no wight shal by ony compacyng
Demen amys of hur in no degre
For neyther mercy, cout[=h] ner pyte
She shal not haue ne take of the non hede
Further than longet[=h] vnto her womanhede

Be not astonyed of no wilfulnes
Ne not despeyred of this dissolucion
Late reson bridle lust by buxumnes
Wit[=h]out gruochyng or rebellyon
For ioye shal folowe al this passion
For who can suffre torment and endure
Ne may not faylle, but folowe shal his cure

For to fore alle she shal the louen best
So shal I her wit[=h]oute offencion
By Influence enspire in her brest
In honest wyse wit[=h] ful entencion
For tenclyne by clene affection
Her hert fully on the to haue routhe
Be cause I knowe that thou menest trouthe

Go now to hir where as she stant a syde
Wit[=h] humble chere, and put the in her grace
And al beforn lete hope be thy guyde
And thaug[=h] that drede wold wit[=h] the pace
Hit sittet[=h] wel, but loke that thou arace
Out of thyn hert wanhop and despeire
To her presence er thou haue repeir

And mercy firs