Hide, Absalom, thy guilty tresses clear;
Esther, lay thou thy meekness all a-down;
Hide Jonathas, all thy friendly manère;
Penelope, and Marcia Catoun.
Make of your wifehood no comparisoun;
Hide ye your beauties, Isoud and Elaine.
My lady cometh, that all this may distain.

The faire body, let it not appear, Lavyn;
and thou, Lucress of Rome town,
And Polixene, that broughten love so dear;
And Cleopatr will all thy passion,
Hide ye your truth of love and your renown;
And thou, Tisbe, that hast of love such pain.
My lady cometh, that all this may distain.

Hero, Dido, Laodomia, all y-frere,
And Phyllis, hanging for thy Demophoun,
And Canace, espiéd by thy chere,
Ysyphile, betrayséd with Jasoun,
Make of your truthé neither boast ne soun;
Nor Hypermestr or Adriane, ye twain.
My lady cometh, that all this may distain.