My fereful loue from me ys fledd
whyche of long tyme hast ben my gyde
now faythefull trust ys in hys stedd
and byde me sett all fere asyde
O trewthe yt ys I not denye
all louers may not lyue in case
yet sum by hap doth syt truly
so lyke may I yft that she please
Why so yt ys a gyffe ye wott
by nature one to loue another
and bynd that love dothe fall by lott
then why not I as well as other
yt may so be the cawse ys why
she knowethe no part to my poore mynd
but yet as one
I speke not lyng but as I fynd
yff nature wyll yt shall so be
no reason rulythe fantasy
yet in thyscase as semythe me
I take all thyng Indyfferently
yet uncertaun I wyll reioyce
and thynke to haue tho yet thow hast
I my chawnce onto her choyce
with pacyence for power ys past
No no I knowe the lyke ys fayre
withowt dysdayn or cruelltye
and so to end from all dyspayre
ontyll I fynd the contrarye
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