| Thise marchants haue tolde of dame Cōstance | |
| So gret noblesse in ernest certeinly | |
| That this sowdan hath caught so gret plesance | |
| To haue her figure in his remembraunce | |
90 | And al his lust and al his besy cure | |
| Was forto loue here whilis his lif may endure | |
| Parauenture in that large book | |
| Whiche I clepe the heuen y wryte was | |
| With sterrys that he his birthe took | |
95 | That he for loue sholde haue his deth allas | |
| For in the sterrys clerer than is the glas | |
| Ys writyn god woot who so coude rede | |
| The deth of euery man withouten drede | |
| In sterrys many a wynter there beforn | |
100 | Was wryte the deth of Ector & Achilles | |
| Of Pompey Iulius or they were born | |
| The stryf of Thebes and of Hercules | |
| Of Sampson Turnus and Socrates | |
| The deth but mennys wittis be so dul | |
105 | That noman can rede it atte ful | |
| This sowdan for his pryuy counceil sent | |
| And shortly on this mater forto passe | |
| He hath to hem declared his entent | |
| And sayde hem certeyn but he mighte haue grace | |
110 | To haue Custaunce in a litil space | |
| He nas but ded and charged hem on hye | |
| To shapen for hym som remedy | |
| Diuers men diuers thinges saiden | |
| They argumentis casten vp and doun | |