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

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