For he thocht of the ladye of his lufe,
And his lost familye:
But aye his fayth was firm and sure,
And his trust in Heuin still,
For he hopet to meite them all agayne
Beyond the reiche of ill:
And ay the teiris fell on the grene,
As he knelit downe to praye,
But he wase se muvit with tendirnesse
That ane worde he colde not saye.