212IT was a Lordings daughter, the fairest one of three

213That liked of her maister, as well as well might be,

214Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest that eie could see,

215 Her fancie fell a turning.

216Long was the combat doubtfull, that loue with loue did fight

217To leaue the maister louelesse, or kill the gallant knight,

218To put in practise either, alas it was a spite

219 Vnto the silly damsell.

220But one must be refused, more mickle was the paine,

221That nothing could be vsed, to turne them both to gaine,

222For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdaine,

223 Alas she could not helpe it.

224Thus art with armes contending, was victor of the day,

225Which by a gift of learning, did beare the maid away,

226Then lullaby the learned man hath got the Lady gay,

227 For now my song is ended.