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The Lady beloued exclaymeth of the great
vntruth of her louer.
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The Lady beloued exclaymeth of the great vntruth of her louer.
Would
god I had neuer seen,
the teares of thy false eyne
Or els my eares ful deaf had bin
That herd those words of thine
the teares of thy false eyne
Or els my eares ful deaf had bin
That herd those words of thine
Then should I not haue knowne
Nor chosen to my part:
So many euils in one
To kill my poore true hart.
Nor chosen to my part:
So many euils in one
To kill my poore true hart.
As now in thee I finde,
Who bidst mee from thee go:
As false and full vnkinde,
Alas why doost thou so?
Who bidst mee from thee go:
As false and full vnkinde,
Alas why doost thou so?
Was neuer man so false of othe,
To none as thou to mee
Was neuer womā of more troth
Then I haue ben to thee.
To none as thou to mee
Was neuer womā of more troth
Then I haue ben to thee.
And thou to leaue mee so,
And canst no iust cause tell:
But wilt thou spill with wo,
The hart that loues thee wel.
And canst no iust cause tell:
But wilt thou spill with wo,
The hart that loues thee wel.
Mee thinkes that for my part,
I may speake in the same,
I say me thinkes thou art,
Euen very mutch to blame.
I may speake in the same,
I say me thinkes thou art,
Euen very mutch to blame.
Pardy, it is but litle praise,
To thee that art a man:
To finde so many crafty wayes,
To fraude a poore woman.
To thee that art a man:
To finde so many crafty wayes,
To fraude a poore woman.
At whom all women smile,
To see so fonde on thee:
And men although they wayle,
To see how thou blest mee.
To see so fonde on thee:
And men although they wayle,
To see how thou blest mee.
To lure mee to thy fist,
To ease thy feigned payne:
And euer when thou list,
To cast mee of agayne.
To ease thy feigned payne:
And euer when thou list,
To cast mee of agayne.
The wretched hound yt spendes his dayes,
And serueth after kinde:
The Horse that tredeth ye beaten ways
As nature doth him binde
And serueth after kinde:
The Horse that tredeth ye beaten ways
As nature doth him binde
In age yet findes releefe,
Of them that did him wo:
Who in their great mischeefe,
Disdayne not them to know.
Of them that did him wo:
Who in their great mischeefe,
Disdayne not them to know.
Thus they for wo and smart,
Had ease vnto their paine:
But I for my true hart,
Get nought but greefe agayne.
Had ease vnto their paine:
But I for my true hart,
Get nought but greefe agayne.
The weary and long night
doth make mee dreame of thee,
And still me thinks with sight,
I see thee here with mee.
doth make mee dreame of thee,
And still me thinks with sight,
I see thee here with mee.
And then with open armes,
I strayne my pillow softe:
And as I close mine armes,
mee thinkes I kisse thee ofte.
I strayne my pillow softe:
And as I close mine armes,
mee thinkes I kisse thee ofte.
But when at last I wake
And finde mee mockte wt dremes
Alas, with moone I make
My teares run down like streames.
And finde mee mockte wt dremes
Alas, with moone I make
My teares run down like streames.
All they that here this same,
Wyll spit at thy false deede:
And bid, fie on thy cursed name,
And on thy false seede.
Wyll spit at thy false deede:
And bid, fie on thy cursed name,
And on thy false seede.
That shewest so to the eye,
And bearest so false an hew:
And makest all women cry,
Lo, how ye men be vntrew?
And bearest so false an hew:
And makest all women cry,
Lo, how ye men be vntrew?
But yet to excuse thee now,
To them that would thee spot:
Ile say, it was not thou,
It was mine owne poore lot.
To them that would thee spot:
Ile say, it was not thou,
It was mine owne poore lot.
FINIS.
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