.The copye of the supplicacion.
O lady venus moder of cupyde
That in this world hast the gouernance
And hertes hye that hawteyn be by pryde
Enclynest mekely to thyn obeyssance
Causer of Ioye Relees of penance
And with thy stremes canst euery thing discerñ
Thurgħ heuenly fire of loue that is eterñ
O blesful sterre persaunt and ful of light
Of beames gladsom, deuoyder of derknes
Chief recomfort after the blak nyght
To wyde woful hertes out of theyr heuynes
Take now good hede lady and goddesse
So that my bille may your grace attayne
Redresse to fynde of that I me compleyne
For I am bounde to thing that I nolde
Frely to chese ther lack I liberte
And so I want of that myn herte wolde
The body is knyt, thougħ my thought be fre
So that I muste of necessite
My hertes lyst outward contrarye
Thougħ we be oon the dede muste varye
My worship sauf I faylle election
Agayn al right botħ of god and kynde
Therto be knyt vnder subiection
For whens for botħ ar out of mynde
My thought gotħ furtħ my body is behynde
For I am here, and yond my remembrance
Betwene two so hange I in balance
Deuoyde of Ioye, of woo I haue plente
What I desire, that may I not possede
For that I nolde is redy ay to me
And that I loue, for to sue I drede
To my desire contrary is my mede
And thus I stonde departed in tweyne
Of wyƚƚ and dede ylaced in a cheyne
For thougħ I brenne witħ feruence & hete
Witħyn myn herte I mote compleyne of colde
And by excesse thougħ I swelte and swete
Me to compleyne god wote I am not bolde
Vnto no wight, ner one word vnfolde
Of al my peyne, allas the hard stounde
The hotter that I brenne, the colder is my wounde
For he that hatħ myn hert feytħfully
And hool my loue in al honeste
Witħoute chaunge al be hit secretly
I haue no space witħ hym for to be
O lady venus consider now and see
Vnto theffecte and compleynt of my byƚƚ
Sitħ lyf and detħ I put aƚƚ in thy wyƚƚ
And tho me thought the goddes did enclyne
Mekely her hede and softly gan expresse
That in short tyme her torment shold fyne
And how of hym for whom al her distresse
Contynned had and al her heuynesse
She shold haue Ioye and of her purgatorye
Be holpen sone and so lyue fortħ in glorye