Bot it wes so inamored with thyn ee,
With thee it myndit lykuyse to remane.
So thou hes keepit captive all the thrie,
More glaid to byde then to returne agane.
Except thy breath thare places had suppleit,
Euen in thyn armes thair doutles had I deit.
[TO THÉ FOR ME.]
Suete Nichtingale in holene[1523] grene that han[ts]
To sport thy-self, and speciall in the spring,