Wherefore this answere / maye to you suffyse

I can not do / but as my frendes deuyse

I can no thynge do / but as they accorde

They haue me promest / to a myghty lorde

¶ Amour.

Madame in this worlde ben but thynges twayne

As loue and hate / ye knowe your selfe the trouthe

yf I sholde hate you / deth I were worthy playne

Than had you cause / with me to be wrothe

To deserue dyspleasure / my herte wolde be lothe

Wherfore fayre lady / I yelde at this hower

To your mekenes / my herte my loue and power

C.v.

¶ Pucell.

I thynke you past all chyldy ygnoraunce

I

But gladde I am / yf prudence be your guyde

But

Grace cometh often after gouernaunce

Gr

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