¶ Here beginneth a dialogue between the comen Secretary and jelowsy touching the unstableness of harlots.  

Secretary. jelowsy.   ¶ jealousy. 
WHat a world is this/ I trow it be a cursed  
Fayne would I mary/ if that I durst  
But I trow sith the time that god was born  
So many honest men never held of the horn  ¶ Secretary. 
¶ What is the matter/ be ye in any doubt  
pacify your mode/ let it come out  
discharge your stomach/ avoid it forth  
Sorrows in store be nothing worth  ¶ jelowsy. 
¶ Troth it is/ I trust ye will not be grieved  
To a small question be to you moved  
In a matter/ to me doubtful and defuse  
Which I suppose ye have had in experience & use  ¶ Secretary. 
That peradventure/ but I will not promise you pnsysely  
To assoil your question very wisely  
How be it that ye say/ I am of experience  
So ye will be close/ ye shall here my sentence  ¶ jelowsy. 
¶ Then thus/ she that hath a rolling eye  
And doth convey it/ well and wisely  
And thereto hath a wavering thought  
Trow ye this trull will not be bought.  ¶ Secretary. 
¶ Yes/ but take heed by the price ye have no loss  
A made merchant that will give .v. mnke for a goose  
Beware a rolling eye which wavering thought mnke that  
And for such stuff pass not/ a dandy pratt  ¶ jealousy. 
¶ She that is very wanton and nice  
Thinking herself marvelous wise  
And will come to him that doth her call  
Will she not wrestle for a fall  ¶ Secretary. 
¶ Yes surely/ for a fall flat as a cake  
And cares not how many falls she doth take  
There is no fall can make her lame  
For she will be sure of the best game.  ¶ jealousy. 
¶ She that doth make it all strange and quaint  
And lokyth as she were a very saint  
If a man in the dark do her assay  
Hath she any power to hold out nay/ nay  ¶ Secretary. 
¶ Hold out/ yes/ or it is pyttye she was borne  
A horse a wheel barrow and a Rammies horn  
It the other thing come ye Wot what I mean  
For all her holly looks she will convey it clean  ¶ jealousy. 
¶ She that doth love moche dallying  
With diverse men for fair speaking  
And thynkys not on her own shame  
Will not this wild foul be made tame  ¶ Secretary. 
¶ Yes with good handling as Jayme  
Even by and by ye shall her reclaim  
And make her tame as ever was turtle  
To suffer kissing and tykling under the kirtle  ¶ jelowsy. 
¶ She that is sum what light of credence  
And to make her fresh/ large of expense  
How say you and her money do fail  
Will she not lay too pledge her tail  ¶ Secretary. 
¶ Yes and if she be of that appetite  
She will pledge and sell out right  
Heed piece/ tail piece/ and all four quarters  
To one or other/ rather than fail to carters  ¶ jealousy. 
¶ She that Louis to sit and muse  
And craftily can herself excuse  
When she is taken with a fault  
Will she not be won with a small sault  ¶ Secretary. 
¶ What needs a sault/ I dare say she will consent  
That ye shall enter by a reasonable pointment  
And then take heed for in keeping of this ward & hold  
Is more danger than in getting a thousand fold  ¶ jelowsy. 
¶ She that is of mind sum what rechelles  
giving herself all to idleness  
And Louis to lie long in her bed  
Who waiteth his time shall he not be sped  ¶ Secretary. 
¶ Time nay nay wait/ if she be in good mode  
For out of church all times be good  
But pass not thereon/ though she say nay  
For so she will when she hath best lust to play  ¶ jelowsy. 
¶ She that can no counsel keep  
And lightly will sob and weep  
Laugh again and wot not why  
Will she not be soon tysed to folly  ¶ Secretary 
The tears be token a gracious courage  
And laugh●nge doth all malice assuage  
When she is in that taking mark well mark  
Let slip/ spare not for one course in her park  ¶ jelowsy. 
¶ She that is fair and lusty young  
And can common in terms with filed tongue  
And will bide whispering in the ear  
Think ye her tail is not ●yght of the sear  ¶ Secretary· 
¶ By all these symblytudes me thinks surely  
Her own tail she should occupy  
Sometime for need her honest saved  
She will wash often or she be once shaved  ¶ jealousy. 
¶ She that painteth her in staring apparel  
Use hot wines and daily to farewell  
And loves to sleep at after none tide  
Who list strike trow ye she will not strided  ¶ Secretary. 
¶ I can not say if she will strike  
But if reason be offered nothing shall fall beside  
For of a troth as frost engendereth hail  
Ease and rank feeding doth cause a liquorous tail.  
¶ Finis