¶ And, swete children, for whos love now I write,
I yow beseche withe verrey lovande herte,
To knowe this book that yee sette your delyte;
And myhtefulle god, that suffred peynes smerte,
In curtesye he make yow so experte,
That thurhe your nurture and youre governaunce
In lastynge blysse yee mowe your self auaunce!
[1.] helde, pour out; A.S. hyldan, to incline, bend.
