Since so ye please to hear me plain,And that ye do rejoice my smart,Me list no lenger to remainTo such as be so overthwart.
But cursed be that cruel heartWhich hath procur'd a careless mindFor me and mine unfeigned smart,And forceth me such faults to find.
More than too much I am assuredOf thine intent, whereto to trust;A speedless proof I have endured,And now I leave it to them that lust.
