Deuoydynge all trechery debate and rancoure
Any yllumyne the mynde with lyberalyte
Of our good souerayne with welth and vnyte
And lady Venus with thy sone Cupyde
Of euery lorde do nowe the herte enspyre
With feruent loue that he do not slyde
And of the comyns set the hertes on fyre
To loue our souerayne with theyr hole desyre
Folowynge his grace with dulcet armonye
To the ryghtfull waye withouten Ieoperdye