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

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 The gentyll herte is plonged in dystresse

herte is plonged in dystress

Dooth walowe and tomble in somers nyght

Replete with wo / and mortall heuynesse

Tyll that aurora / with her beames bryght

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

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