Squire Adam had two wives, they say, 
   Two wives had he, for his delight, 
He kissed and clypt them all the day 
   And clypt and kissed them all the night. 
   Now Eve like ocean foam was white 
And Lilith roses dipped in wine, 
   But though they were a goodly sight 
No lady is so fair as mine. 

To Venus some folk tribute pay 
   And Queen of Beauty she is hight, 
And Sainte Marie the world doth sway 
   In cerule napery bedight. 
   My wonderment these twain invite, 
Their comeliness it is divine, 
   And yet I say in their despite, 
No lady is so fair as mine. 

Dame Helen caused a grievous fray, 
   For love of her brave men did fight, 
The eyes of her made sages fey 
   And put their hearts in woeful plight. 
   To her no rhymes will I indite, 
For her no garlands will I twine, 
   Though she be made of flowers and light 
No lady is so fair as mine. 

L'Envoi 

Prince Eros, Lord of lovely might, 
   Who on Olympus dost recline, 
Do I not tell the truth aright? 
   No lady is so fair as mine.