ur teris in to myn Inke reyne

Wit[=h] woful wordes my paper for to blotte
This woful mater not to peynt, but spotte
To tel the maner of this dredeful man
Vpon his complaynt whan he first began
To tel his lady whan he gan declare
His hid sorowis, and his euel fare
That at his herte constreyned so sore
Theffect of whiche was this wit[=h]oute more

Pryncesse of yougt[=h] & flour of gentilesse
Ensample of vertu ground of curtesye
Of beaute rote quene and eke maistres
To alle women how they shal hem gye
And sot[=h]fast mirrour texemplifye
The right way of port and of womanhede
What I shal saye, of mercy take ye hede
Besechyng first vnto your hye nobles
Wit[=h] quakyng hert of my Inward drede
Of grace and pyte & not of right wysnes
Of verrey cout[=h]e to help in this nede
This is to say O wel of goodlyhede
That I ne rekke thaug[=h] ye do me deye
So ye list first to heven what I seye

The dredeful stroke the gret force and might
Of god cupide that noman may rebelle
So inwardly thurg[=h] out myn hert right
Y perced hat[=h] that I ne may councele
Myn hid wound ne I ne may apele
Vnto no gretter, this mighty god so faste
You to serue hat[=h] me bound vnto my laste

That hert and a[=ll] wit[=h] out stryf ar yolde
For lyf or det[=h] to your seruyse allone
Right as the goddesse myghty venus wolde
To for her mekely whan I made my mone
She me constrayned wit[=h]oute chaunge anone
To your seruyse and neuer for to fayne
Wherso euer ye list to do me ease or payne

So that I can no thing but mercy crye
Of you my lady, and chaunge for no newe
That ye list godely to fore er that I dye
Of verray couthe vpon my paynes rue
For by my trouthe, and ye my peynes knewe
What is the cause of myne aduersite
On myn disese ye wolde haue pyte

For vnto you trewe and eke secre
I wil be founde to serue as I best can
And therwit[=h] al as lowly in eche degre
To you be allone as euer yet was man
Vnto his lady from the tyme I began
And shal so fort[=h] wit[=h]outen ony sleut[=h]
Whylis that I lyue, by god & by my trout[=h]

For leuer I had to deyen sodenly
Than you offende in any maner wyse
And suffre paynes inward priuely
Than my seruyse as now ye shold dispyse
For I right neught wil axe in no wyse
But for your seruaunt ye wold me accepte
And whan I trespace, goodly me correcte

And for to graunte of mercy the prayer
Only of grace and womanly pyte
From day to day that I myght leve
You for to plese, and therwit[=h] al that ye