hre
Fyrst to wynne ryght / without longe resystence
Secondly encreaseth / all trouth and amyte
Thyrdly of the berer through duplycyte
Be pryuely fals / to the ordre of chyualry
The swerdes crosse wyll crase / and shewe it openly

This shelde also / who so dooth it bere
Whiche of olde tyme / was called perceueraunce
Hath thre vertues / fyrst he nedeth not fere
Ony grete blodeshede / by wronge incombraunce
Secondly / it wolde make good apparaunce
By hete vnto hym / to gyue hym warnynge
To be redy / agayst his enmyes comynge

The thyrde is this / yf this calenge be ryghtfull
Neuer no swerde / shall through his harneys perce
Nor make hym blody / with woundes rufull
For he there strength / may ryghtfully reuerce
Yet moreouer / as I do well reherce
This ryall shelde / in what place it be borne
Shall soone be wonne / and shall not be forlorne

These thynges sene / to the thyrde myroure clere
I went anone / and in it loked ryght ofte
Where in my syght / dyde wonderly appere
The fyrmament / with the sonne all alofte
The wynde not grete / but blowynge fayre and softe
And besyde the sonne / I sawe a meruaylous sterre
With beames twayne / the whiche were cast aferre

The one turnynge towarde the sterre agayne
The other stretched ryght towarde Phebus
To beholde this sterre / I was somwhat fayne
But than I mused with herte full dolorous
Whyder it sygnyfyed thynges good or peryllous
Thus longe I studyed / tyll at the last I thought
What it sholde meane / as in my herte I sought

This sterre it sygnyfyeth the resynge of a knyght
The bowynge beame agayne so tournynge
Betokened rattonnes of them whiche by myght
Wolde hym resyst by theyr wronge resystynge
The beame towarde Phebus clerely shynynge
Betokened many meruaylous fyres grete
On them to lyght that wolde his purpose lete

In the fyre clerest of euery element
God hath appered vnto many a one
Inspyrynge them / with grete wytte refulgent
Who lyst to rede many dayes agone
Many one wryteth trouthe / yet c[om]forte hath he none
Wherfore I fere me / lyke a swarme of bees
Wylde fyre wyll lyght amonge a thousande pees

[P] Sepe expugnauerunt me a iuuentute mea:
et enim non potuerunt michi.

As the cantycles maketh good mencyon
They haue oft expugned me / syth my yonge age
Yet coude they haue me / in theyr domynyon
Though many a one / vnhappely do rage
They shall haue sorowe that shytte me in a cage
In a grete dyspyte of the holy goost
He maye them brenne / theyr c