For by a lady in the antyquyte

They were made to a meruaylous entente

That none sholde get them / but by auctoryte

Whiche onely by fortune / sholde hyder be sent

Full many knyghtes by entendement

Hath them aduentred / to haue them in dede

But all was vayne / for they myght neuer spede

 Wherfore surely / ye are moche fortunate

Them for to wynne by your aduenture

But it was no thynge to you ordynate

And you dyde well / to put your selfe in vre

To proue the Ieoperdy / whiche hath made you sure

Leue all your mournynge / for there is no wyght

Hath greter cause / for to be gladde and lyght

 I behelde well her demure countenaunce

Vnto her swete wordes / gyuynge good audyence

And than I marked in my remembraunce

Her pleasaunt apparayle / with all my dylygence

Whiche was full ryche of meruaylous excellence

Fyrst alofte her forheed / full properly was dressed

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