Pucell

Agaynst my mynde, of that were I lothe, To wed for fere, as them to obey; Yet had I lever they were somwhat wrothe, For I my selfe do here the locke and kaye Yet of my mynde, and wyll do many a daye. Myne owne I am, what that I lyste to do I stand untyed, there is no joye therto.