alkynge is but loost

[P] Supra dorsum me[um] fabricauer[un]t peccatores:
prolongauer[un]t iniquitat[em] su[am].

Vpon my backe synners hath fabrysed
They haue prolonged theyr grete inyquyte
From daye to daye it is not my mynysshed
Wherfore for vengeaunce by grete extremyte
It cryeth aboue / now vnto the deyte
Whiche that his mynysters haue suffred so longe
To lyue in synne and euyll wayes wronge

Whan I had perceyued euery maner thynge
Of this ryall myrour / accordynge to effecte
Remembrynge the verses / of the olde saynge
Whiche in my mynde I dyde well coniecte
Than to the swerde / I thought to haue respecte
Ryght so I went / than at all auenture
Vnto the hande / that helde the swerde so sure

I felte the hande / of the stell so fyne
Me thought it quaked / the fyngers gan to stretche
I thought by that / I came than of the lyne
Of the grete lady / that fyrst the swerde dyde fetche
The swerdes pomell / I began to ketche
The hande swerued / but yet neuer the lesse
I helde them bothe / by excellent prowes

{An}d at the last / I felte the hande departe
The swerde I toke / with all my besynesse
So I subdued / all the magykes arte
And founde the scauberde / of meruaylous rychesse
After that I toke the shelde doune doubtlesse
Kyssynge the swerde / and the shelde ofte I wys
Thankynge god / the whiche was cause of this

Gladde was I than / of my ryall floure
Of my swerde and shelde / I reioyced also
It pacyfyed well / my inwarde doloure
But fro my ladyes beaute / my mynde myght not go
I loued her surely / for I loued no mo
Thus my fayre floure / and my swerde and shelde
With eyen ryght meke / full often I behelde

Than sayd I (well) this is an happy chaunce
I trust now shortly / my lady for to se
O fortune sayd I / whiche brought me on the da[un]ce
Fyrst to beholde her ryght excellent beaute
And so by chaunce / hast hyder conueyde me
Getynge me also / my floure my shelde and swerde
I nought mystrust the / why sholde I be aferde

O ryght fayre lady / as the bryght daye sterre
Shyneth before the rysynge of the sonne
Castynge her beames / all aboute aferre
Exylynge grete wyndes / and the mystes donne
So ryght fayre lady / where as thou doost wonne
Thy beautefull bryghtnes / thy vertue and thy grace
Dooth clere Illumyne / all thy boure and place

The gentyll {herte is plonged in} dystresse
Dooth walowe and tomble in somers nyght
Replete with wo / and mortall heuynesse
Tyll that aurora / with her beames br