Thou sparedst to speak, and faildst to speed, +thy will had banisht wit. And now thou blamest loue, and Ladies faire and free: (95) And better lost than found my frind, your cowards heart we see.
A new Courtly Sonet, of the Lady Green
sleeues. To the new tune of Greensleeues. +
Greensleeues was all my ioy, Greensleeues was my delight: Greensleeues was my hart of gold, And who but Ladie Greensleeues. +
(5) A Las my loue, ye do me wrong, to cast me off discurteously: And I haue loued you so long, Delighting in your companie. Greensleeues was all my ioy, (10) Greensleeues was my delight: Greensleeues was my heart of gold, And who but Ladie Greensleeues. ¶ I haue been readie at your hand, to grant what euer you would craue. (15) I haue both waged life and land, your loue and good will for to haue. Greensleeues was all my ioy, &c. ¶ I bought thee kerchers to thy head, that were wrought fine and gallantly: