Gyue you true sentence now vpon me

As ye be surmountynge in vertue & noblesse

Lete me dame Sapyence haue the soueraynte

As is accordynge to my royall dygnyte

For I am moost profytable vnto man

And euer had ben syns the world began

 Than sayd dame Fortune ye are imperfyte

Without that I therto be accordaunt

For all your hardynes & prudence perfyte

I vnto you must be well exuberaunt

And with your werkes euer concordaunt

Where that I fauer they haue good cõfort

In all theyr dedes by my swete resort

 I Fortune am the rule and steere

Of euery persone lyke to my wyll

That in this worlde now lyueth here

Whan that I lyst for to fulfyll

My mynde ryght sone I can dystyll

The dewe of comfort welth and rychesse

To man exaltynge hym to noblenesse

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