Is nowe ferre hence, on whome my hole delyght
Dayly was sette, upon her to have sight.
Fare well, swete herte! farwell, farewell, farewell!
Adieu, adieu! I wold I were you by!
God gyve me grace with you sone to dwell,
Lyke as I dyd for to se you dayly.
Your lowly chere and gentyll company
Rejoysed my herte with fode most delycate,
Myne eyen to se you were insaciate.
Now, good swete herte! my lady and maystresse,