Her louely lookes, her pretie pleasant cheare,
Made me esteeme her onely loue most deare.
27.
I wore the crowne, her wyl dyd rule the rest,
And her demaunde I neuer did deny,
What she alow’d I did esteeme that best:
Which when her father Hengest did espye,
He had the pray for which he long did prye:
He made his hay whilst weather fayer was,
And by her meanes he brought it thus to passe: