In hote love myn herte is hydde,
To the blosme upon his bedde
Born by bestes bynne.
In Tarys I am kynge with crowne,
By bankys and brymmys browne,
I have travaylid by many a towne,
My Lordys love to wynne.
I seke hym with ensens sote,
Of alle prestys he xall be rote,
His bryght blood xal be oure bote,