[XII. Lady your looke so gentle]
Lady your looke so gentle so to my hart deepe sinketh
Lady your looke so gentle so to my hart deepe sinketh,
so to my hart deepe sinketh, that of none other, nor of my
selfe it thincketh, why thē do you constraine me (Cruell) to
liue in plaint in paine & sadnes, when one sweet
word may gaine me, peace to my thoughts, & euerlasting
gladnes, peace to my thoughts, & euerlasting gladnes,
peace to my thoughts, & euerlasting gladnes, peace to my thoughts,
& euerlasting gladnes, peace to my thoughts, & euerlasting gladnesse.