Of lyfe or death I byde the judgement.
Well than, sayd Venus, I have perseveraunce
That you know somwhat of mighty power
Which to my court sue for my quayntaunce,
To have release of your great paynes sower.
Abyde a whyle, ye must tary the hower;
The time renneth toward right fast:
Joy cometh after whan the sorow is past.
Alas! I sayd, who is fettered in chaynes
He thinketh long after delyveracion