And so haynnously doth stynke,
That naythyr pump nor synke
Dothe sauyr halfe so souer
Ageynst a stormy shouer.
O ladis of bryght colour,
Of bewte that beryth the flower,
When Garnyche cummyth yow amonge 150
With hys brethe so stronge,
Withowte ye haue a confectioun
Agenst hys poysond infeccioun,