yght
Aboute the fyrmament / castynge her pured lyght
Ageynst the rysynge / of refulgent tytan
Whan that declyneth / the fayre dame dyan

Than dooth the louer / out of this bedde aryse
With wofull mynde / beholdynge than the ayre
Alas he sayth / what nedeth to deuyse
Ony suche pastyme / here for to repayre
Where is my conforte / where is my lady fayre
Where is my Ioye / where is now all my boote
Where is she nowe / that persed my herte rote

This maye I saye / vnto my owne dere loue
My goodly lady / fayrest and moost swete
In all my bokes / fayre fortune doth moue
For a place of grace / where that we sholde mete
Also my bokes full pryuely you grete
The effectes therof / dooth well dayly ensue
By meruelous thynges / to proue them to be true

The more my payne / the more my loue encreaseth
The more my Ieopardy / the truer is my harte
The more I suffre / the lesse the fyre releasheth
The more I complayne the more is my smarte
The more I se her / the sharper is the darte
The more I wryte / the more my teeres dystyll
The more I loue / the hotter is my wyll

O moost fayre lady / yonge / good / and vertuous
I knewe full well / neuer your countenaunce
Shewed me ony token / to make me amerous
But what for that / your prudent gouernaunce
Hath enrached my herte / for to gyue attendaunce
your excellent beaute / you coude no thynge lette
To cause my herte vpon you to be sette

My ryght fayre lady / yf at the chesse I drawe
My selfe I knowe not / as a cheke frome a mate
But god aboue the whiche sholde haue in awe
By drede truely euery true estate
He maye take vengeaunce / though he tary late
He knoweth my mynde / he knoweth my remedy
He maye reuenge me / he knoweth my Ieoperdy

O thou fayre fortune / torne not fro me thy face
Remembre my sorowe / for my goodly lady
My tendre herte / she dooth full oft enbrace
And as of that it is no wonder why
For vpon her is all my desteny
Submyttynge me / vnto her gracyous wyll
Me for to saue or sodaynly to spyll

O ryght fayre lady of grene flourynge age
you can not do but as your frendes agre
your wyte is grete / you mekenes / dooth not swage
Exyle dysdayne / and be ruled by pety
The frenshe man sayth / that shall be shall be
yf that I dye / louer was neuer none
Deyed in this worlde / for a fayrer persone

Your beaute causeth all my amyte
Why sholde your beaute / to my dethe condyscende
your vertue and mekenes / dyde so arest me
Why sholde ye than to dame dysdayne intend