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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

[When I was otherwise then now I am]

When I was otherwise then now I am,
I loued more but skilled not so much:
Fayre wordes and smyles could haue contented than,
My simple age & ignorance was such:
But at the length experience made me wonder,
That harts & tongues did lodge so farre asunder.
As watermen which on the Teames do row
Looke to the East, but West keepes on the way,

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My Soueraigne sweet, her countenance setled so,
To feede my hope while she her snares might laye.
And when she sawe that I was in her danger,
Good God, how soone she proued then a ranger.
I could not choose but laugh although to late,
To see great craft diszifered in a toye,
I loue her still, but such conditions hate,
Which so prophanes my Paradice of ioy.
Loue whetts the witts, whose paine is but a pleasure,
A toy, by fitts, to play withall at leasure.