ere fortune dooth me brynge
In many placys / I se by prophecy
As in the storyes / of the olde buyldynge
Letters for my lady / depeynted wonderly
And letters for me / besyde her meruayllously
Agreynge well / vnto my bokes all
In dyuers placys / I se it in generall

O loue moost dere / o loue nere to my harte
O gentyll floure / I wolde you knewe my wo
Now that your beaute / perst me with the darte
With your vertue / and your mekenes also
Sythens ye so dyde / it is ryght longe ago
My herte doth se you / it is for you bebledde
Myne eyen with teeres / ben often made full redde

Where are ye now / the floure of Ioye and grace
Whiche myght me conforte / in this inwarde sorowe
Myne excellent lady / it is a ryght pyteous case
Good be my guyde / and saynt George vnto borowe
O clere Aurora / the sterre of the morowe
Whiche many yeres / with thy bemes mery
Hath me awaked / to se thyne emyspery

{Th}us as I mourned / I sawe than apper{e}
Thre goodly myrours dependaunt on the wall
Set in fyne golde bordred with stones clere
The glasses pure / they were of crystall
Made longe ago to be memoryall
And vnder the fyrst glasse ryght fayre wryten was
Beholde thy selfe / and thy fautes or thou passe

By a sylken threde / small as ony heere
Ouer I sawe hange / a swerde full ponderous
Without a scauberde / full sharpe for to fere
The poynt dounwarde / ryght harde and asperous
All this I sawe / with hert full dolorous
Yet at auenture / to se the mystery
In the myroure / I loked than full sodenly

In this glasse I sawe / how I had ledde my lyfe
Sythens the tyme of my dyscrecyon
As vnto wyldnesse / alwaye affyrmatyfe
Folowynge the pleasure / of wylfull amonycyon
Not vnto vertue hauynge intencyon
Ihesu sayd I / thou hast me well preserued
From this swerdes fall / whiche I haue oft deserued

O ye estates / aloft on fortunes whele
Remembre this swerde / whiche ouer you dependeth
Beware the fall / before that ye it fele
Se your one euyll / se what vengeaunce ensueth
Correcte none other / whan that your fautes renueth
Calke not not goddes power / bryef not [the] tens future
Beholde this glasse / se how he may endure

Many one {weneth / the future t}ens to {brefe}
By calculacyon goddes power to withstande
Bathynge theyr swerdes / in blode by myschefe
Tyll at the last as I do vnderstande
This swerde doth fal by the myght of goddes hande
Vpon then all / whiche wolde his power abate
Then they repent but than it is to late

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