The syght of her dyd my herte bynde
Euer her to loue with percynge influence
Vnto her I sayd o well of contynence
Vnto your grace fayne wolde I go
Ner lettynge of this water blo
To me she answered than agayne
Saynge this worlde withouten mys
Is but a vanyte no thynge certayne
In the lyke wyse as this water is
Ye can not come to me now ywys