Edi beo thu heven quene folkes froove & engles blis
maid unwemmed modher cleene swich in world non other nis
on the hit is wel ethseene of alle wimmen thu hast the pris
mi sweete leudi heer mi beene & rew ot me ghif thi will is
Thu astighe so dairewe deleth from the derke night
of the sprong a leeme neue al this world hit hath ilight
nis no maid of thine hewe so fair so scheene so rudi so bright
mi leudi sweet of me thu rewe & have merci of thi knight
Sprunge blostm of one roote th'oli gost thee rest upon