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 daũce

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

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