Where is she nowe / that persed my herte rote
This maye I saye / vnto my owne dere loue
My goodly lady / fayrest and moost swete
In all my bokes / fayre fortune doth moue
For a place of grace / where that we sholde mete
Also my bokes full pryuely you grete
The effectes therof / dooth well dayly ensue
By meruelous thynges / to proue them to be true
The more my payne / the more my loue encreaseth
The more my Ieopardy / the truer is my harte