Wo worth my love, the cause of my sorow; Wo worth my lady that wyll not it releace; Wo worth fortune both even and morow; Wo worth trouble that shall have no peace; Wo worth cruelte that may never cease; Wo worth youth that wyll not pitie have; Wo worth her that wyll not her love save; Wo worth the trust without assuraunce; Wo worth love rewarded with hate; Wo worth love replete with variaunce; Wo worth love without a frendly mate; Wo worth the herte with love at debate; Wo worth the beaute which toke me in snare; Wo worth the hert that wyll not cease my care; Wo worth her maners and her goodlynes; Wo worth her eyes so clere and amyable; Wo worth such cause of my great sicknes; Wo worth pite on her not tendable; Wo worth her minde in disdayne so stable; Wo worth her that hath me fettered fast; And wo worth love that I do spend in wast. Wherefore of right I pray you to remembre All that I wryte unto you right now: How your true love is of age but tendre, His umble service we pray you alow: And he him selfe evermore emprowe, You for to please and give the soveraynte, How can you have a more true love than he? And fare ye well: there is no more to say; Under our signet, in our court ryall, Of September the two and twenty day. She closed the letter, and to her did call Cupyde her sonne, so dere and speciall, Commaunding him, as fast as he myght, To La Belle Pucell for to take his flyght. So did Cupyde with the letter flye Unto La Belle Pucelles dominacion, There that he spedde full well and wonderly, As I shall after make relacion. But to my matter with brevyacion: A turtle I offred for to magnefy Dame Venus hye estate to glorify. She me exhorted for to be right hardy, Forth on travayle, and to drede nothing; I toke my leve of her full humbly, And on my way as I was riding This Godfrey Gobelyve came rennyng, Wyth his little nagge, and cryed: tary! tary! For I wyll come and bere you company. CAP. XXXII. HOW GODFREY GOBELIVE WAS TAKEN OF CORRECTION, AND PUNYSHED. And for because that I was than full sadde And by the way he made me good game; To have his company I was somwhat gladde. I was not proude, I toke of him no shame: He came to me and sayd: Ye are to blame So to ryde louring for a womans sake, Unto the devyll I do them all betake.