| 1 | Alas that men be so ungent |
| 2 | How frendly was medea to Iason |
| 3 | I may well say with Ioyfull harte |
| 4 | My fereful loue from me ys fledd |
| 5 | Now may I morne as one off late |
| 6 | O happy dames |
| 7 | O very lord o love o god alas |
| 8 | Shuld I take thought when she ys glad |
| 9 | To her nay yet was yt no reprefe |
| 10 | To yowr gentyll letters an answere to resyte |
