My herte than fared / as it sholde breke

For perfyte Ioye whiche was solacyous

Before her grace / ryght swete and precyous

I kneled doune / saynge with all mekenesse

Please it your grace / & excellent noblenes

 No dyspleasure to take for my beynge here

For fortune me brought / to this place ryall

Where I haue wonne this floure so vertuous & dere

This swerde and shelde / also not peregall

Towadre hym aduenture to be tryumphall

And now by fortunes desteny and fate

Do here my duety vnto your hygh estate

C.ii.

 Ihesu sayd she than / who hadde wende to fynde

Your selfe walkynge / in this place all alone

Full lytell thought I / ye were not in my mynde

What is the cause / that ye make suche mone

I thynke some thynge / be from you past and gone

But I wonder / how that ye dyde attayne

This floure / this swerde / the shelde also certayne

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