H. His Deuises | ||
Chaunge of Country, shall not chaunge fancie.
To syfte my fate in forrein soyle,a time though I depart:
Yet distaunce none, ne tyme, nor toyle
shall pluck from thee my hart.
But as I earst vnfaynedly,
haue vowde me wholy thyne:
So will I stande assuredly,
howe ere the worlde enclyne.
H. His Deuises | ||