Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth :
My great payne, how litle she regardeth
The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth
To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth :
To me spitefull without cause or mesur.
Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth,
Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasur
Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur,
And as his lorde the lowly entreateth.
Behold love.
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On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmoc$7o9$ :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth : My great payne, how litle she regardeth The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth : To me spitefull without cause or mesur. Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth, Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasur Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur, And as his lorde the lowly entreateth. Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth : My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To thee disdainful her life she leadeth : To me spiteful without cause or measure. Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth, Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasure Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure, And as his lord thee lowly entreateth. Behold love.
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmoc$7o9$1@dont-email.me> :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth :
My great payne, how litle she regardeth
The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth
To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth :
To me spitefull without cause or mesur.
Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth,
Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasur
Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur,
And as his lorde the lowly entreateth.
Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth :
My great pain, how little she regardeth
The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth
To thee disdainful her life she leadeth :
To me spiteful without cause or measure.
Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth,
Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasure
Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure,
And as his lord thee lowly entreateth.
Behold love.
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmoc$7o9$ :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth : My great payne, how litle she regardeth The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth : To me spitefull without cause or mesur. Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth, Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasur Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur, And as his lorde the lowly entreateth. Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth : My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To thee disdainful her life she leadeth : To me spiteful without cause or measure. Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth, Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasure Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure, And as his lord thee lowly entreateth. Behold love.
foo
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:53:05 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmp6$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmoc$7o9$ :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth : My great payne, how litle she regardeth The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth : To me spitefull without cause or mesur. Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth, Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasur Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur, And as his lorde the lowly entreateth. Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth : My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To thee disdainful her life she leadeth : To me spiteful without cause or measure. Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth, Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasure Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure, And as his lord thee lowly entreateth. Behold love.
What vaileth trouth ? or by it to take payn? To stryve, by stedfastnes, for to be tayne ? To be juste and true : and fle from doublenes ? Sythens all alike, where ruleth craftines, Rewarded is boeth fals, and plain. Sonest he spedeth, that most can fain : True meaning heart is had in disdayn : Against deceipte and doublenes What vaileth trouth ? Deceved is he, by crafty trayn, That meaneth no gile : and doeth remayn Within the trapp, without redresse : But, for to love, lo, such a maistres, Whose crueltie nothing can refrayn, What vaileth trouth ?
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:53:05 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmp6$7o9$2@dont-email.me> :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmoc$7o9$1@dont-email.me> :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth :
My great payne, how litle she regardeth
The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth
To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth :
To me spitefull without cause or mesur.
Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth,
Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasur
Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur,
And as his lorde the lowly entreateth.
Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth :
My great pain, how little she regardeth
The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth
To thee disdainful her life she leadeth :
To me spiteful without cause or measure.
Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth,
Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasure
Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure,
And as his lord thee lowly entreateth.
Behold love.
What vaileth trouth ? or by it to take payn? To stryve, by stedfastnes,
for to be tayne ? To be juste and true : and fle from doublenes ?
Sythens all alike, where ruleth craftines, Rewarded is boeth fals, and
plain. Sonest he spedeth, that most can fain : True meaning heart is had
in disdayn : Against deceipte and doublenes What vaileth trouth ?
Deceved is he, by crafty trayn, That meaneth no gile : and doeth remayn
Within the trapp, without redresse : But, for to love, lo, such a
maistres, Whose crueltie nothing can refrayn, What vaileth trouth ?
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:53:05 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmp6$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmoc$7o9$ :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth : My great payne, how litle she regardeth The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth : To me spitefull without cause or mesur. Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth, Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasur Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur, And as his lorde the lowly entreateth. Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth : My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To thee disdainful her life she leadeth : To me spiteful without cause or measure. Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth, Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasure Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure, And as his lord thee lowly entreateth. Behold love.
What vaileth trouth ? or by it to take payn? To stryve, by stedfastnes, for to be tayne ? To be juste and true : and fle from doublenes ? Sythens all alike, where ruleth craftines, Rewarded is boeth fals, and plain. Sonest he spedeth, that most can fain : True meaning heart is had in disdayn : Against deceipte and doublenes What vaileth trouth ? Deceved is he, by crafty trayn, That meaneth no gile : and doeth remayn Within the trapp, without redresse : But, for to love, lo, such a maistres, Whose crueltie nothing can refrayn, What vaileth trouth ?
foo
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:54:02 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmqv$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:53:05 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmp6$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmoc$7o9$ :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth : My great payne, how litle she regardeth The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth : To me spitefull without cause or mesur. Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth, Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasur Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur, And as his lorde the lowly entreateth. Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth : My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To thee disdainful her life she leadeth : To me spiteful without cause or measure. Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth, Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasure Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure, And as his lord thee lowly entreateth. Behold love.
What vaileth trouth ? or by it to take payn? To stryve, by stedfastnes, for to be tayne ? To be juste and true : and fle from doublenes ? Sythens all alike, where ruleth craftines, Rewarded is boeth fals, and plain. Sonest he spedeth, that most can fain : True meaning heart is had in disdayn : Against deceipte and doublenes What vaileth trouth ? Deceved is he, by crafty trayn, That meaneth no gile : and doeth remayn Within the trapp, without redresse : But, for to love, lo, such a maistres, Whose crueltie nothing can refrayn, What vaileth trouth ?
What vaileth truth ? or by it to take pain? To strive, by stedfastness, for to be ta'en ? To be just and true : and flee from doubleness? Sythence all alike, where ruleth craftiness, Rewarded is both false, and plain.
Soonest he speedeth, that most can feign : True meaning heart is had in disdain : Against deceit and doubleness What vaileth truth ?
Deceived is he, by crafty train, That meaneth no guile : and doth remain Within the trap, without redress : But, for to love, lo, such a mistress, Whose cruelty nothing can refrain, What vaileth truth ?
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:54:02 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmqv$7o9$3@dont-email.me> :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:53:05 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmp6$7o9$2@dont-email.me> :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmoc$7o9$1@dont-email.me> :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth :
My great payne, how litle she regardeth
The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth
To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth :
To me spitefull without cause or mesur.
Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth,
Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasur
Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur,
And as his lorde the lowly entreateth.
Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth :
My great pain, how little she regardeth
The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth
To thee disdainful her life she leadeth :
To me spiteful without cause or measure.
Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth,
Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasure
Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure,
And as his lord thee lowly entreateth.
Behold love.
What vaileth trouth ? or by it to take payn? To stryve, by stedfastnes,
for to be tayne ? To be juste and true : and fle from doublenes ?
Sythens all alike, where ruleth craftines, Rewarded is boeth fals, and
plain. Sonest he spedeth, that most can fain : True meaning heart is had
in disdayn : Against deceipte and doublenes What vaileth trouth ?
Deceved is he, by crafty trayn, That meaneth no gile : and doeth remayn
Within the trapp, without redresse : But, for to love, lo, such a
maistres, Whose crueltie nothing can refrayn, What vaileth trouth ?
What vaileth truth ? or by it to take pain?
To strive, by stedfastness, for to be ta'en ?
To be just and true : and flee from doubleness?
Sythence all alike, where ruleth craftiness,
Rewarded is both false, and plain.
Soonest he speedeth, that most can feign :
True meaning heart is had in disdain :
Against deceit and doubleness
What vaileth truth ?
Deceived is he, by crafty train,
That meaneth no guile : and doth remain
Within the trap, without redress :
But, for to love, lo, such a mistress,
Whose cruelty nothing can refrain,
What vaileth truth ?
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:54:02 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmqv$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:53:05 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmp6$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmoc$7o9$ :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth : My great payne, how litle she regardeth The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth : To me spitefull without cause or mesur. Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth, Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasur Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur, And as his lorde the lowly entreateth. Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth : My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To thee disdainful her life she leadeth : To me spiteful without cause or measure. Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth, Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasure Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure, And as his lord thee lowly entreateth. Behold love.
What vaileth trouth ? or by it to take payn? To stryve, by stedfastnes, for to be tayne ? To be juste and true : and fle from doublenes ? Sythens all alike, where ruleth craftines, Rewarded is boeth fals, and plain. Sonest he spedeth, that most can fain : True meaning heart is had in disdayn : Against deceipte and doublenes What vaileth trouth ? Deceved is he, by crafty trayn, That meaneth no gile : and doeth remayn Within the trapp, without redresse : But, for to love, lo, such a maistres, Whose crueltie nothing can refrayn, What vaileth trouth ?
What vaileth truth ? or by it to take pain? To strive, by stedfastness, for to be ta'en ? To be just and true : and flee from doubleness? Sythence all alike, where ruleth craftiness, Rewarded is both false, and plain.
Soonest he speedeth, that most can feign : True meaning heart is had in disdain : Against deceit and doubleness What vaileth truth ?
Deceived is he, by crafty train, That meaneth no guile : and doth remain Within the trap, without redress : But, for to love, lo, such a mistress, Whose cruelty nothing can refrain, What vaileth truth ?
foo
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:54:23 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmrk$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:54:02 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmqv$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:53:05 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmp6$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmoc$7o9$ :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth : My great payne, how litle she regardeth The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth : To me spitefull without cause or mesur. Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth, Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasur Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur, And as his lorde the lowly entreateth. Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth : My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To thee disdainful her life she leadeth : To me spiteful without cause or measure. Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth, Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasure Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure, And as his lord thee lowly entreateth. Behold love.
What vaileth trouth ? or by it to take payn? To stryve, by stedfastnes, for to be tayne ? To be juste and true : and fle from doublenes ? Sythens all alike, where ruleth craftines, Rewarded is boeth fals, and plain. Sonest he spedeth, that most can fain : True meaning heart is had in disdayn : Against deceipte and doublenes What vaileth trouth ? Deceved is he, by crafty trayn, That meaneth no gile : and doeth remayn Within the trapp, without redresse : But, for to love, lo, such a maistres, Whose crueltie nothing can refrayn, What vaileth trouth ?
What vaileth truth ? or by it to take pain? To strive, by stedfastness, for to be ta'en ? To be just and true : and flee from doubleness? Sythence all alike, where ruleth craftiness, Rewarded is both false, and plain.
Soonest he speedeth, that most can feign : True meaning heart is had in disdain : Against deceit and doubleness What vaileth truth ?
Deceived is he, by crafty train, That meaneth no guile : and doth remain Within the trap, without redress : But, for to love, lo, such a mistress, Whose cruelty nothing can refrain, What vaileth truth ?
Dot
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:54:23 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmrk$7o9$4@dont-email.me> :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:54:02 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmqv$7o9$3@dont-email.me> :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:53:05 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmp6$7o9$2@dont-email.me> :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 foo@foo.oof wrote in Message-ID:
<mcmmoc$7o9$1@dont-email.me> :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth :
My great payne, how litle she regardeth
The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth
To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth :
To me spitefull without cause or mesur.
Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth,
Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasur
Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur,
And as his lorde the lowly entreateth.
Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth :
My great pain, how little she regardeth
The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth
To thee disdainful her life she leadeth :
To me spiteful without cause or measure.
Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth,
Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasure
Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure,
And as his lord thee lowly entreateth.
Behold love.
What vaileth trouth ? or by it to take payn? To stryve, by stedfastnes,
for to be tayne ? To be juste and true : and fle from doublenes ?
Sythens all alike, where ruleth craftines, Rewarded is boeth fals, and
plain. Sonest he spedeth, that most can fain : True meaning heart is had
in disdayn : Against deceipte and doublenes What vaileth trouth ?
Deceved is he, by crafty trayn, That meaneth no gile : and doeth remayn
Within the trapp, without redresse : But, for to love, lo, such a
maistres, Whose crueltie nothing can refrayn, What vaileth trouth ?
What vaileth truth ? or by it to take pain?
To strive, by stedfastness, for to be ta'en ?
To be just and true : and flee from doubleness?
Sythence all alike, where ruleth craftiness,
Rewarded is both false, and plain.
Soonest he speedeth, that most can feign :
True meaning heart is had in disdain :
Against deceit and doubleness
What vaileth truth ?
Deceived is he, by crafty train,
That meaneth no guile : and doth remain
Within the trap, without redress :
But, for to love, lo, such a mistress,
Whose cruelty nothing can refrain,
What vaileth truth ?
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:54:23 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmrk$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:54:02 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmqv$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:53:05 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmp6$7o9$ :
On Thu, 26 Feb 2015 09:52:40 +0100 wrote in Message-ID: <mcmmoc$7o9$ :
Behold love, thy power how she dispiseth : My great payne, how litle she regardeth The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To the disdaynfull her liff she ledeth : To me spitefull without cause or mesur. Behold love.
I ame in hold : if pitie the meveth, Goo bend thy bowe, that stony hertes breketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasur Of the and him, that sorrowe doeth endur, And as his lorde the lowly entreateth. Behold love.
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth : My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath : and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth To thee disdainful her life she leadeth : To me spiteful without cause or measure. Behold love.
I am in hold : if pity thee moveth, Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh, And with some stroke revenge the displeasure Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure, And as his lord thee lowly entreateth. Behold love.
What vaileth trouth ? or by it to take payn? To stryve, by stedfastnes, for to be tayne ? To be juste and true : and fle from doublenes ? Sythens all alike, where ruleth craftines, Rewarded is boeth fals, and plain. Sonest he spedeth, that most can fain : True meaning heart is had in disdayn : Against deceipte and doublenes What vaileth trouth ? Deceved is he, by crafty trayn, That meaneth no gile : and doeth remayn Within the trapp, without redresse : But, for to love, lo, such a maistres, Whose crueltie nothing can refrayn, What vaileth trouth ?
What vaileth truth ? or by it to take pain? To strive, by stedfastness, for to be ta'en ? To be just and true : and flee from doubleness? Sythence all alike, where ruleth craftiness, Rewarded is both false, and plain.
Soonest he speedeth, that most can feign : True meaning heart is had in disdain : Against deceit and doubleness What vaileth truth ?
Deceived is he, by crafty train, That meaneth no guile : and doth remain Within the trap, without redress : But, for to love, lo, such a mistress, Whose cruelty nothing can refrain, What vaileth truth ?
