[Sidenote: and when I espy his bright face,] And from̅e I can the bricht face aſſpy, It deuit me no langare fore to ly, Nore that loue schuld ſleuth In to me finde, [Sidenote: I walk forth, bewailing my sad life.] Bot walkine furth, bewalinge in my mynde 20 the dredful lyve endurit al to longe, Sufferans in loue of ſorouful harmys ſtronge, The ſcharpe dais and the hewy ȝerys, Quhill phebus thris haith paſſith al h{is} ſperis, 24 Vithoutine hope ore traiſtinge of comfort; So be such meine fatit was my sort. Thus in my ſaull Rolinge al my wo, [Sidenote: The sword of love carves my heart.] My carful hart carwing cañ In two 28 The derdful ſuerd of lowis hot diſſire; So be the morow set I was a-fyre In felinge of the acceß hot {and} colde, That haith my hart in ſich a fevir holde, 32 Only to me thare was noñe vthir eß Bot thinkine qhow I ſchulde my lady pleß. The ſcharp aſſay and ek the Inwart peine Of dowblit wo me neulyng{is} cañ conſtrein, 36 Quhen that I have remembrit one my tho{ch}t [Sidenote: My lady knoweth not how I am wobegone.] How sche, quhois bewte al my harm̅ haith wrocht, Ne knouith not how I ame wo begoñe, [Fol. 1b.] Nor how that I ame of hire ſ{er}uand{is} oñe; 40 And in my ſelf I cañ nocht fynde the meyne In to quhat wyß I ſal my wo compleine. [Sidenote: I walked thus in the field, and came to a well-beseen garden.] Thus in the feild I walkith to {and} froo, As tho{ch}tful wicht that felt of no{ch}t bot woo, 44 Syne to o gardinge, that weß weil beſeñ, Of quiche the feild was al depaynt w{i}t{h} greñ. The tendyre and the luſty flour{is} new Up thrōue the greñ vpone thar ſtalk{is} grew 48 Aȝhane the ſone, and thare levis ſpred, Quharw{i}t{h} that al the gardinge was I-clede; That pryapus, in to his tyme before, In o luſtear walkith nevir more; 52 [Sidenote: It was closely environed with leaves.] And al about enweronyt and Icloſit One ſich o wyß, that none w{i}t{h}in ſuppoſit Fore to be ſeñ w{i}t{h} ony vicht thare owt; So dide the levis cloſ it[T1] all about. 56 Thar was the flour, thar was the queñ alpheſt,[T2] Ry{ch}t wering being of the ny{ch}t{is} reſt, Wncloſi{n}g gañe the crownel for the day; [Sidenote: The sun illumined the sprays;] The bry{ch}t ſone illumynit haith the ſpray, 60 The ny{ch}t{is} ſobir ande the moſt ſchowr{is}, As criſtoll terys w{i}t{h}hong vpone the flour{is}, Haith vpwarpith In the luſty aire, The morow makith soft, ameyne, and faire; 64 [Sidenote: the birds sang till the woods resounded;]