O lady, for they constancie,
A faithfull servand sall I be,
Thyn honour to defend;
And I sall surelie, for they saik,
As doth the turtle for her maik,
Love to my lyfis end.
No pene nor travell, feir nor dreid
Sall caus me to desist.
Then, ay vhen ye this letter reid,
Remember hou we kist;
Embracing, with lacing,
With other teiris sueet.
Sik blissing in kissing
I quyt till we tua meit.
Albeit my body be absent,
My faithfull hairt is vigilent
To do you service true;
Bot, vhen I hant into the place
Quhair I wes wont to sie that face,
My dolour does reneu.
Then all my plesur is bot pane,
My cairis they do incres;
Vntill I sie your face agane,
I live in hevynes.
Sair weeping, but sleeping,
The nichts I ouerdryve;
Quhylis murning, vhylis turning,
With thoghtis pensityve.