So ye wold rewe on my distresse and me.
My destinee, †my fate, and ure I bliss,
That have me set to ben obedient
Only to you, the flour of all, y-wis:
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I trust to Venus never to repent;
For ever redy, glad, and diligent
Ye shall me finde in service to your grace,
Till deth my lyfe out of my body race.
Humble unto your excellence so digne,