| This was the comyn vois of euery man | |
| The Emperour of Rome god hym se | |
| A doughter hath that sith the worlde began | |
60 | To rekene as wel her goodnes as her beaute | |
| Was neuer suche another as was she | |
| I pray to god in honour here susteyne | |
| And wolde she were of al Enrope the quene | |
| In here is high beaute withoute pryde | |
65 | Yonghte withoute greef or folye | |
| To alle her werkis vertu is her gyde | |
| Humbles hath slayn in here al tirannye | |
| She is a myrrour of al curtesie | |
| Her herte is verry chambir of holynesse | |
70 | Her hond mynyster of fredom and of almesse | |
| And al this vois is soth as god is trew | |
| But now to purpos let vs turne ayeen | |
| Thise marchantis haue do fraught her shippis newe | |
| And when they haue the blisful mayde seyn | |
75 | Home to surry they wente a geyn | |
| And don her nedis as they dede yore | |
| And liuen wel I can sey nomore | |
| Now fil it þt thyse marchauntis stood in grace | |
| Of hym that was the sowdon of surrye | |
80 | For whan that they com fro ony straunge place | |
| He wolde of his benigne curtesie | |
| Make hem good chere and bisely aspye | |
| Tidyngis of sundry regnys forto lere | |
| The wondrys that they mighte se and here | |
85 | Among othir thingis specially | |