Honoure, joy, healthe, and pleasaunce,
Virtue, riches abundant with good ure,
The Lord grant you, which hath most pruissaunce,
And many a gladsome year for to endure
With love and praise of every creature;
And for my love all prevail it shall,
I give it you, as be ye very sure,
With heart, body, my little good, and all.
And so you not displease with my desire,
This would I you beseech, that of your grace
It like you, lo, to grant me all this year
Asa in your heart to have a dwelling place
Albeit never of so lit a space,
For which as this the rent receive ye shall:
My love and service as in every case,
With heart, body, my little good, and all.
And since it is to you no prejudice,
Some little, pretty corner seekes me
Within your heart, for pardie, lo, justice,
If I offend, it must yourselven be
To punish, like as ye the offences see;
For I as name nor have no thing at all
But it is sole your own in each degree,
With heart, body, my little good, and all.
What so ye will, I will it to obey,
For pain or smart how so that me befall;
So am I yours and shall till that I dey,
With heart, body, my little good, and all.
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