Myne eyen with teeres / ben often made full redde
Where are ye now / the floure of Ioye and grace
Whiche myght me conforte / in this inwarde sorowe
Myne excellent lady / it is a ryght pyteous case
Good be my guyde / and saynt George vnto borowe
O clere Aurora / the sterre of the morowe
Whiche many yeres / with thy bemes mery
Hath me awaked / to se thyne emyspery
Thus as I mourned / I sawe than appere
Thre goodly myrours dependaunt on the wall