| | That I for you haue suffrid and so long | |
| | Alas the deth . alas my Emelye | |
| | Allas the departyng of our companye | |
| 1915 | Alas my hertis quene . alas my lyf | |
| | My hertis lady ender of my lyf | |
| | What is the worlde what axith men to hane | |
| | Now with his loue now cold in his grane | |
| | Alone withouten ony company | |
| | Fare wel my swete foo my Emelye | |
| | And softe take me in your armes tweye | |
| | For the loue of god & herkenyth what I say | |
| | I haue here with my cosyn Palamon | |
| 1920 | Had stryf and rancour many aday agoon | |
| | For the loue of you . and of my ielowsye | |
| | And Iupiter so wisly my soule gye | |
| | As in this worlde right now knowe I non | |
| 1930 | So worthy to be loued as Palamon | |
| | To serue you and wil do al his lif | |
| | And if that euer ye shul be a wif | |
| | Foryetith not the gentyl Palamon | |
| | And with that word his speche was ny agon | |
| 1935 | For fro his feet vnto his brest was com | |
| | The cold of deth that hath hym ouercom | |
| | And yet more ouer for in his armes two | |
| | The vital strengthe is lost and al ago | |
| | Saue only the intellectis withouten more | |
| 1940 | That dwellith in his herte sike and sore | |
| | Gan fayle whan the herte felith deth | |
| | Dusshid his yen to and fayleth his breth | |
