She is the bote of all my bale:[856]
A, so, that syghe was farre fet!
To loue that louesome I wyll not let;
My harte is holly on her set:
I plucked her by the patlet; 2100
At my deuyse I with her met;
My fansy fayrly on her I set;
So merely syngeth the nyghtyngale!
In lust and lykynge my name is Lyberte:
I am desyred with hyghest and lowest degre;