For knight to leaue his Ladie were great shame,
That faithfull is, and better were to die.
All losse is lesse, and lesse the infamie,
Then losse of loue to him, that loues but one;
Ne may loue be compeld by maisterie;
For soone as maisterie comes, sweet loue anone
Taketh his nimble wings, and soone away is gone.
Then spake one of those sixe, There dwelleth here xxvi
Within this castle wall a Ladie faire,
Whose soueraine beautie hath no liuing pere,