"O, what I am fetys and fayre and fygured full fytt! The forme of all fayrehede apon me es feste, All welth in my weelde es, I wote be my wytte; The bemes of my brighthede are bygged with the beste. My schewyng es schemerande and schynande, So bygly to blys am I broghte; Me nedes for to noy me righte noghte, Here sall never payne me be pynande."