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19. A Sonett vpon this worde in truth spoken by a Lady to her Servaunte.

In truth is trust, distrust not then my truthe,
Let vertue liue, I aske no greater love;
Of suche regarde, repentance not ensuthe,
And hope of heavne doth highest honor p've.
In truthe, sume time it was a sweete conceite
To see how loue and life dyd dwell together;
But now in truthe there is so muche deceite
That truth in deede is gone I know not whether.
Yitt liueth truthe and hath her secrett loue,
And loue in truthe deserves to be regarded;
And loves regard in reason doth approue,
Approuèd Truth can neuer be discarded.
Then trie me first, and if that true yow p've me,
In truth you wronge me, if you do not love me.