What though my penne wax faynt,
And hath smale lust to paint?
Yet shall there no restraynt
Cause me to cese,
Amonge this prese,
For to encrese
Yowre goodly name.
I wyll my selfe applye,
Trust me, ententifly,
Yow for to stellyfye;
And so observe
That ye ne swarve
For to deserve
Inmortall fame.
Sith mistres Jane Haiset
Smale flowres helpt to sett
In my goodly chapelet,
Therefore I render of her the memory
Unto the legend of fare Laodomi.