Ryght longe ago / your beaute sodanly

Entred my mynde / and hath not syth dekayde

With feruent loue / moost wofully arayde

C.iiii.

¶ Pucell.

And is it I / that is cause of your loue

A

yf it so be I can not helpe your payne

y

It sholde be harde / to gete to your aboue

Me for to loue / I dyde not you constrayne

ye knowe what I am / I knowe not you certayne

y

I am as past your loue to specyfy

Why wyll ye loue where is no remedy

¶ Amour.

A madame you are cause of my languysshe

ye maye me helpe / yf that it to you please

To haue my purpose / my herte dooth not menysshe

Thoughe I was seke / ye knewe not my dysease

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