Ffane wald I luve bot quhair abowt
Ffane wald I luve bot quhair abowt
Thair Is so mony luvaris þairowt
That thair Is left no place to me
quhairof I hovit now in dowt
gif I sowld luve or lat it be
Sa mony ar thair ladeis treitis
with trivmphand amowres balleitis
and dois þair bewteis pryiss so he
That I find not bot daft consaitis
to say of luve Bot lat it be
Sum thinkis his lady lustiest
Sum haldis his lady for the best
Sum sayis Is luve is a per se
Bot sum forswth ar so opprest
with luve wer bettir lat it be
Sum for his ladyis luve lyis seik
Suppois scho comptis it not a leik
and sum drowpis doun as he wold die
Sum strykis doun a threid bair cheik
for luve war bettir lat it be
Sum luvis lang and lyis behind
Sum luvis and freindschip can not fynd
Sum festnit is and ma not fle
Sum led is lyk the belly blynd
wt luve wer bettir lat it be
Thot luve be grene in gud curage
and be difficill till asswage
The end of it Is miserie
misgovernit ȝowth makis gowsty age
forbeir ȝe not & lat it be
Bot quha p[er]fytly wald Imprent
sowld fynd his luve moist p[er]manent
Luve god, thy prince, and freind all thre
treit weill thy self and stand content
and latt All vþir luvaris be
Ffinis q Clerk