Farwell my Lord for I may wryght no more

So trowblyd is my hert wt hevyneffe

Envye also it grewyth me most fore

That thys rude byll fhall put hym fylf in presse
To fe yo' Lordshepe of hys p'fumptuoufneffe
Er I my fylf but yett ye shall not myffe
To have my hert to for my byll I wys.

Whyche I comytt and all my hole fervyfe
Into yo' hands demeane it as you lyst
Of it I *kepe to have no more franchyfe
Then I hertleffe fwyrly me wyft

Savÿg only yt it be as 'tryst

And to yow trew as evyr was hert and pleyn
Tyll cruell dethe dep't yt up on tweyn.

Adew dysport farwell good companye
In all thys world ther is no Joye I weene
For ther as whyleom I fye wt myn iee
A 'Lufty Lord leepyng upon a grene
The foyle is foole no knyghts ther be seen

No Ladyfe walk ther they wer wont to doone
Alas fome folk depertyd henfe to foone.

+ Readiness.

5 Quære, whether this means forrowful or trafty?

I

Som'

Farewell my Lord, for I may write no more,
So troubled is my heart with heaviness;
Envy alfo, it grieveth me most fore,
That this rude bill shall put himself in 4 press,
To fee your Lordship of his presumptuousness
Ere I myself; but yet ye shall not miss
To have my heart tofore
heart tofore my bill, I wis.

Which I commit, and all my whole service
Into your hands, demean it as you lift,

*

Of it, I keep to have no more franchise

Than I heartless furely me wift,

Saving only that it be as s trift,

And to you true, as ever was heart, and plain,
Till cruel Death depart it upon twain.

Adieu Difport, farewell good company,
In all this world there is no joy I ween,
For there as whilom, I fee with mine eye
A lufty Lord leaping upon a Green,
The foil is fole no Knights there be seen,

No Ladies walk there they were wont to done;
Alas! fome Folk departed hence too foon.

• Lively, and active in his exercises.

* I care.

Some

Som' tyme alfo me myght a wageor make
And wt ther bowys a ffeld have it tryed

Or at the 'Paame ther ther plefure for to take
Then wer they loofe yt now ftand as tyed

I' not wher to thys world may be aplyed

For all good cher on evyn and on morow

Whyche then was made now tornyth me to forow.

8 by 11.

Paper Mark,

A Bull.

Pl. IX. N° 10.

7 Some place of refort for the Game of Tennis. The word ther being repeated feems

a mistake, as it deftroys the measure of the verfe..

ORIGI

Some time alfo men might a wager make
And with their Bows afield have it tried,
Or at the 'Paume their pleasure for to take,

Then were they loose, that now stand as tied,
I' not whereto this world may be applied;

For all good cheer, on even and on morrow,
Which then was made, now turneth me to forrow.

I not, for, I wot not; that is, I know not.

ORIGI