Amoure

I wolde, madame, ye hadde prerogatyve To knowe the prevyte of my perfyte mynde, How all in payne I lede my wofull lyfe; Than, as I trowe, ye wolde not be unkynde, But that some grace I myght in you fynde, To cause myne herte, whyche you fetred sure Wyth brenninge cheynes, suche wo to endure.