University of Virginia Library

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[Auysing the bright bemes of these fayer Iyes]

Auysing the bright bemes of these fayer Iyes,
Where he is that myn oft moisteth and wassheth,
The werid mynde streght from the hert departeth
For to rest in his woroldly paradise,
And fynde the swete bitter vnder this gyse.
What webbes he hath wrought well he perceveth
Whereby with himself on love he playneth,
That spurreth with fyer and bridilleth with Ise.
Thus is it in suche extremitie brought:
In frossen thought nowe and nowe it stondeth in flame;
Twyst misery and welth, twist ernest and game;
But few glad and many a dyvers thought;
With sore repentaunce of his hardines:
Of suche a rote commeth ffruyte fruytles.