Passetyme with good companye
I love and shall until I dye
Grugge who wyll but none deny
So God be pleeyd this lyfe wyll I：
For my pastaunce
Hunt syng and daunce
My hert ys sett
All godely sport
To my comfort
Who shall me lett
Youth wyll have nedes dalyaunce
Of good or yll some pastaunce
Companye me thynketh them best
All thouts and fantasyes to dygest
For ydleness
Ys chef mastres
Of vices all：
Than who can say
But passe the day
Ys best of all
Company with honeste
Ys vertu and vyce to flee
Company ys gode or yll
But ev'ry man hath hys frewylle
The best I sew
The worst eschew
My mynd shall be：
Vertue to use
Vyce to refuse
I shall use me