As power and wytt wyll me assyst

As power and wytt wyll me assyst
My wyll shall wyll evyn as ye lyst.
Ffor as ye lyst, my wyll is bent
In every thyng to be content,
To serve in love tyll lyff be spent
And to Reward my love thus ment
Evyn as ye lyst.

To fayn or fable ys not my mynd
Nor to refuse suche as I fynd.
But as a lambe of humble kynd,
Or byrd in cage, to be assynd
Evyn as ye lyst.
When all the flokk ys com and gone

Myn eye and hart agreythe in one,
Hathe chosyn you only alone
To be my Joy, or elles my mone H
Evyn as ye lyst.
Joy yf pytty apere in place
Mone, if dysdayn do shew hys face

Yet crave I not as in thys case
But as ye lede, to follow the trace
Evyn as ye lyst.
Sum in wordes muche love can fayn
And sum for wordes gyve wordes agayn
Thus wordes for wordes in wordes remayn

And yet at last wordes do optayn
Evyn as ye lyst.
To crave in wordes I wyll eschew,
And love in dede I wyll ensew;
Yt ys my mynd bothe hole and trew,
And for my trewthe I pray yow rew

Ev)ni as ye lyst.
Dere hart, I bydd your hart farewell
With better hart than tong can tell ;
Yet take thys tale as trew as gospell.
Ye may my lyff save or expell
Evyn as ye lyst.