That every daye I dyd thinke fyftene,
Tyl I agayne had her swete person sene.
To you experte in the seven scyence,
Now al my maysters, I do me excuse
If I offended by my great neclygence.
This lytel werke yet do ye not refuse;
I am but yonge, it is to me obtuse
Of these maters to presume to endyte,
But for my lernyng that I lyst to wryte.
Under obedyence and the true correctyon