Gryssyld was asayed atte fuƚƚ That torned after to encrese of Ioye Penolope gan eke for sorowes dulle For that her lord abode so long at troye Also the torment ther coude noman accoye Of dorygene flour of al Bretaigne Thus euer Ioye is fyn and ende of payne And trustetħ this for conclusion The ende of sorow is Ioye voyde of drede For hoolly seyntes thurgħ her passion Haue heuyn wonne by their souerain mede And plente gladly folowetħ after nede And so my doughter after your greuaunce I you behote ye shal haue ful plesaunce For euer of loue the maner and the gyse Is for to hurte his seruaunt & to wounde And whan he hatħ taught them his empryse He can in Ioye make them to habounde And sitħ that ye haue in my laas be bounde Witħ oute gruoching or rebellyon Ye muste of night haue consolacion This to sayne dowtetħ neuer a deel That ye shal haue ful possession Of hym that ye now cherisshe so weel In honest maner witħ oute offencion By cause I knowe youre entencion Is truly sette in party and in aƚƚ To loue hym best and most in speciaƚƚ For he that ye haue chosen you to serue Shal be to you suche as ye desire Witħ oute chaunge fully til he sterue So witħ my bronde I haue sette hym a fyre And witħ my grace I shal hym so enspyre That he in herte shal be right at your wylle Wherso you liste to saue hym or to spylle For vnto you I shal his herte so lowe Witħ oute spotte of ony doblenesse That he ne shal escape from the bowe Thaugħ that hym self by vnstedfastnesse I mene of cupide that shal hym so distresse Vnto your honde witħ tharowe of golde That he ne shal escapen thaugh he wolde And sith ye list of pyte and of grace In vertu only his yonghthe to cherisshe I shal by aspectes of my benigne face Make hym beschewe euery synne and vice So that he shal haue no maner spice In his corage to loue thinges newe He shal to yow so playn be found and trewe And whan this goodly fair fressħ of hue Humble and benygne of troutħ crop & rote Conceyued had how venus gan to rewe On her prayer plainly to do bote To chaunge her bitter attones in to sote She fyl on knees of higħ deuocion And in this wyse began her orison Hyghest of hye quene and Emperice Goddesse of loue, of good yet the best That thurgħ your beaute witħoute vice Whylom conquerd thappel atte fest That Iubiter thurgħ his hye request To alle the goddes aboue celestyal Made in his palais most Imperyal To you my lady vpholder of my lyf Mekely I thanke so as I may suffise That ye list now witħ herte ententyf So graciously for me to deuyse That whyle I lyue witħ humble sacrefise Vpon your auters your fest yer by yer I shal encence casten in to the fyre For of your grace I am ful reconsiled From euery troble vnto ioye and ease That sorowes alle be from me exiled Sitħ ye my lady list now tappease My paynes olde and fully my disease Vnto gladnes so sodenly to torne Hauyng no cause from hens fortħ to morne