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beauty of England, fair beauty mot bright,

Is all my heart’s pleaure, my joy and delight,

Then grant me, fair Lady, thy true love to be,

That I may ay welcome good Fortune to me.

The turtle o chate, and o true in her love,

By gentle peruaions her fancy will move;

Then be not entreated fair Lady in vain,

For nature requireth what I hould obtain.

The Phenix o famous that liveth alone,

Is vowed to chatity, being but one:

But be not my darling o te in deire,

Let thou like the Phenix do pennance in fire.

But, alas! Gentle Lady, I pity your fate,

In being reolv’d to lie without a mate;

For if of our courting the pleaure you knew,

You would have a liking the fame to purue.

Long time have I ued the fame to obtain,

Yet I am requited with corn and didain:

But if you will grant your goodwill unto me,

You hall be advanced to princely degree.

Promotions and honour may often entice,

The chatet that liveth, though ever o nice,

What woman o worthy but would be content,

To live in a palace where Princes frequent.

Two brides young and princely to church I have led,

Two Ladies now lately have decked my bed:

Yet hath thy love taken more root in my heart,

Than all their contentments, whereof I had part.