Goodly Creisseid, fayrer than Polexene,[1709]
For to enuyue Pandarus appetite;
Troilus, I trowe, if that he had you sene,
In you he wolde haue set his hole delight:
Of all your bewte I suffyce not[1710] to wryght;
But, as I sayd, your florisshinge tender age
Is lusty to loke on, plesaunt, demure, and sage.
To my lady Mirriell Howarde.
Mi litell lady I may not[1711] leue behinde,
But do her[1712] seruyce nedis now I must;