Now felle me when þis Iubile þus was madeNot kowde y ellis but wandir vp & downeMysyng in my wakyng dremys sadMyn ydille thought so besy gan me rowneThat alle the hertis dwellyng in a towneNe nad no no so smalle to doon as yFor in no care thus lyvid y wot ye whi
Seyng y nadde as lady nor maystresAs laboure noon me left nas soth to sayWithout it were to here evensong and masseAnd for the sowle of my swet hert to prayWhich esy lijf y ledde this many dayWithout it were that sum oon he or sheWolde me complayne of ther aduersite
And pray me that y wolde suche labour takeOf ther complayntis as they to me toldeIn a Roundelle or balade them to makeThis for y was so moche to loue biholdeIn my fer afore past dayes oldeTher nas to loue so sympille servyng wightBut that y fayne wolde plese hem if y might
And now but lat that on me ded requereForto biwayle fortunes stabilnesAnd tolde me alle the case of his matereAnd y that fayne wolde doon hem alle gladnesHad tane on me right so the bisynesAnd took me so myn enke and papir toAnd for bi cause me thought it best to do
Forth bi my silf thus went y me aloneToward the see where nygh my bidyng wasTo y come to an high huge Rokke of stoneThat to biholde hit glemshid bright as glasWhere as y fonde a benche of mosse & grasSo moche y-growe and ekk so verry softThat it was lijk a Carpet as me thought
Where as anoon that downe my silf y satAnd gan me muse to maken þis complayntSyn it must nede be doon as wot yow whatAnd that y kan not make it ouyr quayntBut neuyrtheles these were my wordis fayntI for him seide and gan my papir spredeAnd wrote right thus if so ye list to rede
