With pen in hand, and hart in brest, shall faithfull promise make To loue you best, and serue you moste, by your great vertues sake.
(5) And sure dame Nature hath you deckt, with giftes aboue the rest, Let not Disdaine a harbour finde, within your noble brest: For Loue hath led his Lawe a like, to men of eche degree, so that the Begger with the Prince, shall Loue as well as he.
I am no Prince, I must confesse, nor yet of Princes line, (10) Nor yet a brutish Begger borne, that feedes among the swine: The fruite shall trie the tree + at last, the blossomes good or no, Then doe not iudge of me the worse, till you haue tried me so.
As I deserue, so then reward, I make you iudge of all, If I be false in worde or deede, let Lightning thunder fall: (15) And furies Fell with franticke fittes, bereaue and staie my breathe, For an example to the rest, if I shall breake my faithe.
FINIS. W. Hunnis.
Complayning of his mishap to his friend, he complaineth wittely. +
A. T He fire shall freeze, the frost shall frie the frozen mountaines hie, B. what straunge thinges hath dame natures force, to turne her course awrie: A. My loue hath me left, and taken a new man. B. This is not straunge, it happes oft times, the truth to scan. (5) A. The more is my payne, B. her loue then refrayne. A. who thought she would flit, B. eche one that hath wit: A. Is this not straunge, B. light loue will chaunge.
By skilfull meanes I here reclayme, to stoupe vnto my lure, +B. Such haggard Haukes + will soare away, of them who can be sure: (10) A. With siluer belles and hoode, + my ioy was her to decke. B. She was full gorgde, she would the sooner giue the checke. +A. the more is my payne, B. her loue then refrayne, A. Who thought she would flit, B. eche one that hath wit: A. Is this not straunge, B. light loue will chaunge.