The dubberment dere of down and dales 

Of wode and water and wlonk plaines 

Bilde in me bliss, abated my bales 

Forbidden my stress, destroyed my paines 

Down after a strem that drightly hales 

I bowed in bliss, bredful my branes 

The firre I folwed those floty vales 

The more strength of joye myn herte straines 

As fortune fares theras ho fraines 

Whether solace ho sende other elles sore 

The wye to wham hir wille ho waines 

Hittes to have ay more and more 



More of wele was in that wise 

Than I couth telle thagh I tom hade 

For erthly herte might not suffise 

To the tenthe dole of tho gladness glade 

For thy I thoght that paradise 

Was there other gain tho bonkes brade 

I hoped the water were a devise 

Between mirthes by meres made 

Beyonde the brook, by slent other slade 

I hoped that mote inerked wore 

Bot the water was depe, I dorst not wade 

And ever me longed ay more and more 



More and more and yet well mare 

Me liste to see the brook beyonde 

For if hit was fair there I can fare 

Well loveloker was the firre londe 

Aboute me con I stote and stare 

To finde a forth faste con I fonde 

Bot wothes mo ywis there ware 

The firre I stalled by the stronde 

And ever me thoght I shokle not wonde 

For wo there weles so winne wore 

Thenne newe note me com on honed 

That meved my minde more and more