e future

[P] Pucell.

I denye not but that your dedes do shewe
By meruaylous prowes / truely your gentylnesse
To make you a carter / there were not afewe
But tho by crafte / whiche thought you to oppresse
To accombre them selfe applye the besynesse
yet thynke not you / so soone to se a cradle
I graunt you loue / whan ye were golden sadle

[P] Amour.

Madame truely / it is oft dayly sene
Many a one dooth trust / his fortune to take
From an other man / to make hym blynde I wene
Whiche blyndeth hym / and dooth his pompe aslake
Often some hye / do fall alowe and quake
Ryght so maye they / whiche dyde fyrst prepence
My wo and payne for all theyr yll scyence

[P] Pucell.

To loue me so / whiche knoweth my persone
And my frendes eke / me thynke ye are not wyse
As now of me conforte haue ye none
Wherefore this answere / maye to you suffyse
I can not do / but as my frendes deuyse
I can no thynge do / but as they accorde
They haue me promest / to a myghty lorde

[P] Amour.

Madame in this worlde ben but thynges twayne
As loue and hate / ye knowe your selfe the trouthe
yf I sholde hate you / deth I were worthy playne
Than had you cause / with me to be wrothe
To deserue dyspleasure / my herte wolde be lothe
Wherfore fayre lady / I yelde at this hower
To your mekenes / my herte my loue and power

[P] Pucell.

{I} thynke you past all chyldy ygnoraunce
{But} gladde I am / yf prudence be your guyde
{Gr}ace cometh often after gouernaunce
{B}eware of foly / beware of inwarde pryde
Clymbe not to fast / but yet fortune abyde
For your loue I thanke you / yf trouthe haue it fyxte
As with yll thought / neuer for to be myxte

[P] Amour.

Surely my mynde / nor yet my purpose
In ony cause by foly dyde vary
Neuer doynge thynke open ne close
That to your honour sholde be contrary
As yet for grace I am content to tary
For myn enmyes fraude and subtylnes
Whiche pryuely begyne theyr owne vnhapynesse

[P] Pucell.

Now of trouthe / I do vnto you tell
The thynge [that] to your enmyes is moost dyspleasure
Is for to gouerne you by wysdome ryght well
That causeth enuy in theyr hertes to endure
But be ye pacyent and ye shall be sure
Suche thynges as the ordayne vnto your gref
Wyll lyght on them to theyr owne myschefe

[P] Amour.

Surely I thynke / I suffred well the phyppe
The nette also dydde teche me on the waye
But me to bere I trowe they lost a lyppe
For the lyfte hande extendyd my Iournaye
And not to call me fo