CHANSON CXXV

Ye shal be puyd after your whylfulnes.

And blâme nothyng but your mysgouvernans For when goodlove wold fayn had yow nuans Then went ye bak wyth wyly fraichyednes.

I knew a non your sotyl wylenes

And your danger that was mad for a scans

Ye shal be puyd after your whylfulnes.

Ye might hâve been mylady and maistres

Forever mor with ou thyn varians

But now my hert yn Yngland or in France

Ye go to seke other nyw besynes

Ye shal be puyd after your whylfulnes.