O loue ryght clene / without ony thought vntrue
Syth thy fyrst louynge / not blemyssed with spotte
But euermore / the falseshede to extue
O dolorous payne / whiche doste renue
O pyteous herte / where is the helthe and boote
Of thy lady / that perst the at the roote
What thynge is loue / that causeth suche turment
From whens cometh it / me thynke it is good questyõ
Yf it be nature / from nature it is sent
Loue maye come of kynde by true affeccyon