Lufe es withowten pyne, as lofers hase me talde; 50
Lufe es a gastly [wyne], þat makes men bygge and balde;
Of lufe sal he na thyng tyne þat hit in hert will halde.
Lufe es þe swettest thyng þat man in erth hase tane;
Lufe es Goddes derlyng; lufe byndes blode and bane.
In lufe be owre lykyng, I ne wate na better wane, 55
For me and my lufyng lufe makes bath be ane.
Bot fleschly lufe sal fare as dose þe flowre in May,
And lastand be na mare þan ane houre of a day,
And sythen syghe ful sare þar lust, þar pryde, þar play,