Amour

Forsothe madame / I dyde compyle that boke As the holy goost / I call vnto wytnes But ygnorauntly / who so lyst to loke Many meruelous thynges in it / I do expresse My lyue and loue / to enserche well doublesse Many a one doth wryte / I knowe not what in dede Yet the effecte dooth folowe / the trouthe for to spede