| 35 | Hath twenty wynter bore his dyademe | |
| | As he wente fro yeer to yeer y deme | |
| | He leet the feste of his natiuite | |
| | Done crye thorow out saray the cyte | |
| | The laste Idus of Marche aftir the yeer | |
| 40 | Phebus the sonne ful ioly was and cleer | |
| | For he was in his exaltacion | |
| | In martis face and in his mansion | |
| | In aries the hote colerik signe | |
| | Ful lusty was the wethir and benigne | |
| 45 | For whiche the foulis ayens the sonne shene | |
| | That for the seson and the yonge grene | |
| | Wel loude song here affections | |
| | Hem semyd to getyn ayen here protectiouns | |
| | Agayn the swerd of wynter kene and cold | |
| 50 | And so this kyng of whiche I you told | |
| | In ryal vestimentis sat on his deys | |
| | With dyademe ful high in his paleys | |
| | And holdith his feste solempne and riche | |
| | That in this worlde was ther non it liche | |
| 55 | Of whiche yf I sholde telle al the ray | |
| | Than wolde it occupye a someris day | |
| | And eke it nedith not to deuyse | |
| | At euery cours the ordre of her seruise | |
| | I wol not telle of her strange sewis | |
| 60 | Ne of her swannys ne of her heronsewis | |
| | Eke in that lond as tellen knyghtis olde | |
| | Is sum mete that is ful deynte holde | |
| | That in this lond men recke of it but smal | |
