A voyde! quod I, you shall nothing it knowe,
You can not helpe in the case I trow.
But he suche reason and fruytfull sentence
Dyd for him laye, that I tolde hym all.
Whan he it knewe with all my diligence,
He dyd me conforte than in specyall:
Unto my minde he bad me to call,
Who spareth to speke he to spede doth spare;
Go tell your lady the cause of your care.
By whose counseyle grounded in wysdome,