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28. A Gentlewoman yt married a yonge Gent who after forsooke [hir,] wherevppon she tooke hir Needle in wch she was excelēt & worked vpō hir Sampler thus
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Come, giue me needle, stitch cloth, silke & chaire
yt I may sitt and sigh, and sow & singe
For perfect coollors to discribe ye aire
a subtile persinge changinge constant thinge
No false stitch will I make, my hart is true
plaine stitche my Sampler is for to cōplaine
How men haue tongues of hony, harts of rue.
true tongues & harts are one, men makes them twaine.
Giue me black silk yt sable suites my hart
& yet som white though white words do deceiue
No green at all for youth & I must part
Purple & blew, fast loue & faith to weaue.
Mayden no more sleepeless ile goe to bedd
Take all away, ye work works in my hedd.