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The Louer writeth to his Ladie,

wherein he condiscendeth to weare the colours that she willeth him for hir sake.

In colours two sith you request
I should my selfe attyre,


As blacke and blew, I stand content
to answere your desire,
For where as black presents a mind
whom folly makes not fayne,
A colour fit it is for me,
changing for none other grayne.
If blewe a louing minde present,
and eke a faithfull hart,
It is for me that ne doth minde,
from constant loue to start.
But by the gift that you me sent,
I can not recompence
Inough, though daily I apply
thereto my full prsence.
Yet though I haue no gift to giue,
that worthy is of thee.
In place of other yet let this
suffice now sent from me:
And though it be a gift but light,
or recompence but small,
I giue my hand, I plight my faith,
I send my hart and all.
That keepe vntill I do repayre
to thee, though it belong,
My selfe to ioy in armes of loue,
and sing a ioyfull song.
Farewell my ioy, farewell my life,
farewell my hart to thee,


Farewell thou wight to whom I wish
more good then erst to me.