For ye knowe well / what case that I am yn
Peryllous it wolde be / or that ye coude me wyne
¶ Amour.
Madame sayd I / thoughe myn eyes se her not
Made dymme wt wepynde / & with grete wo togyder
Yet dooth myn herte / at this tyme I wote
Her excellent beaute / ryght inwardly concyder
Good fortune I trust / hath now brought me hyder
To se your mekenes / whiche doth her rapyre
Whose swete conforte / dooth kepe me fro dyspayre.