For sithen ye so mekely liste to daunte To my seruise hym that louetħ me best And of your bounte so graciously to graunte That he ne shal barye thougħ hym leste Wherof myn herte is fully brought to reste For now and euer o lady myn benigne That hert and wiƚƚ I hooly to you resigne Thankyng you witħ al my ful herte That of your grace and visitacion So humble liste hym to conuerte Fully to ben at my subiection Witħ oute chaunge or transmutacion Vnto his laste, now laude and reuerence Be to your name and excellence This al and sum and chief of my request And hool substance of my ful entente You thankyng euer of your graunt & hest Botħ now and euer that ye me grace sent To conquer hym that neuer shal repent Me for to serue and humblye for to please As fynal tresour of my hertes ease And than anon venus cast a doun In to her lappe braunches whyte and grene Of hawthorn that wenten enuyron Aboute her heed that ioye was to sene And had her kepe hem honestly and clene Whiche shold not fade ne neuer wexe olde Yf she her biddyng kepe as she hatħ told And as these vowes be bothe fair and swete Folowe theffecte that they do specifye This is to seyne botħ in cold and hete Be ye of one hert and of one fantasye As ar these leues whiche may not dye By no duresse of stormes that be kene Nomore in wynter than in somer grene Right so by ensample of wele or woo For Ioye torment or for aduersite Whether so fortune fauoure, or be foo For pouert riches or prosperyte That ye your hert kepe in on degre To loue hym best for no thing that ye fyne Whom I haue bound so low vnder your cheyne And witħ [that] word the goddesse shoke her heed And was in pees & spack as tho nomore And therwitħ aƚƚ ful femynyn of drede Me thought this lady sighen gan ful sore And said agayn, lady that maist restore Hertes in Ioye from theyr aduersite To do your wil de mieulx en mieulx ma gree Thus euer slepyng dremyng as I laye Witħyn the temple me thought I saye Grete prees of folk witħ murmur wonderful To croude and shoue, the temple was so ful Euericħ ful besy, in his owne cause That I ne may shortly in a clause Discriuen alle the rites and the guyse And eke I wante connyng to deuyse How som̄e ther were witħ blood, encence & milk And som̄e witħ flouris sote & softe as silk And som̄e witħ sparowes & douues whyte That for to offren gan hem delyte Vnto the goddesse witħ sighe and prayer Hem to relese of that they most desire That for the prees shortly to conclude I wente my way for the multitude Me for to refressħ out of the prees allone And by my self me thought as I gan gone Witħ in the estres and gan a whyle tarye I sawe a man that walked al solitarye That as me semed for heuynes and dole Hym to compleyne, that he walked so sole Witħ oute espyyng of ony other wight