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XIV.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

[Shall then a traiterous kis or a smile]

Shall then a traiterous kis or a smile
All my delights unhappily beguile?
Shall the vow of fayned love receive so ritch regard,
When true service dies neglected, and wants his due reward?
Deedes meritorious soone be forgot,
But one offence no time can ever blot;
Every day it is renu'd, and every night it bleedes,
And with bloudy streames of sorrow drownes all our better deedes.
Beautie is not by desert to be woon,
Fortune hath all that is beneath the Sunne;
Fortune is the guide of love, and both of them be blind:
All their waies are full of errors, which no true feete can find.