OF DISSEMBLING WORDS. THROUGHOUT the world if it were sought, But well to say and so to mean, OF SUDDEN TRUSTING. DRIVEN by desire I did this deed, THE LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY. 1 MADAM, withouten many words, Once I am sure you will, or no: And if you will, then leave your bourds, 2 For with a beck you shall me call; And if of one, that burns alway, Ye have pity or ruth at all, Answer him fair with yea or nay. 3 If it be yea, I shall be fain; If it be nay, friends as before; You shall another man obtain, And I mine own, and yours no more. ANSWER. 1 Or few words, Sir, you seem to be, Quickly to tell you what you shall trust to. 2 For he that will be called with a beck, And burneth in no wasting fire. 3 Therefore whether you be lief or loth, I am at a point: I have made an oath, THE LOVER PROFESSETH HIMSELF WITHIN my breast I never thought it gain Of gentle minds the freedom for to lose; Nor in my heart sank never such disdain, To be a forger, faults for to disclose: Nor I cannot endure the truth to glose, To set a gloss upon an earnest pain: Nor I am not in number one of those That list to blow retreat to every train. THE LOVER BLAMETH HIS LOVE FOR RENTING OF THE LETTER HE SENT HER. 1 SUFFICED not, Madàm, that you did tear 2 Could not my present pains, alas! suffice Your greedy heart? and that my heart doth fecl Torments, that prick more sharper than the steel, But new and new must to my lot arise? 3 Use then my death: so shall your cruelty, Spite of your spite, rid me from all my smart, And I no more such torments of the heart Feel as I do: this shall you gain thereby. THE LOVER COMPLAINETH AND HIS LADY COMFORTETH. 1 Lover. Ir burneth yet, alas! my heart's desire. Lady. What is the thing that hath inflam'd thy heart? Lover. A certain point as fervent as the fire. The heat shall cease, if that thou wilt Lover. I cannot stop the fervent raging ire. smart? Lover. Hear my request, and rue my weeping chere. Lady. With right good will, say on: lo, I thee hear. 2 Lover. That thing would I, that maketh two content. Thou seekest, perchance, of me, that I Lady. may not. Lover. Would God, thou wouldst, as thou mayst well, assent. Lady. That I may not, the grief is mine, God wot. Lover. But I it feel, whatso thy words have meant. Lady. Suspect me not: my words be not forgot. Lover. Then say, alas, shall I have help or no? Lady. I see no time to answer yea, but no. 3 Lover. Say yea, dear heart, and stand no more in doubt. Lady. I may not grant a thing that is so dear. Lover. Lo, with delays thou drivest me still about. Lady. Thou wouldst my death, it plainly doth appear. Lover. First, may my heart his blood and life bleed out. Lady. Then for my sake, alas, thy will forbear. Lover. From day to day thus wastes my life away. Lady. Yet for the best, suffer some small delay. 4 Lover. Now good! say yea: do once so good a deed. Lady. If I said yea, what should thereof ensue? Lover. A heart in pain of succour so should speed: "Twixt yea and nay, my doubt shall still Lady. renew. My sweet, say yea; and do away this dread. true. Lover. Nought would I else, nor other treasure none. Thus hearts be won by love, request, and moan. THE LOVER SUSPECTED BLAMETH 1 MISTRUSTFUL minds be moved To have me in suspect, The truth it shall be proved, Which time shall once detect. OF HIS LOVE CALLED ANNA. WHAT Word is that, that changeth not, The only causer of my pain; My love that meedeth with disdain. Yet is it lov'd, what will you more? It is my salve, and eke my sore. A RIDDLE OF A GIFT GIVEN BY A LADY. A LADY gave me a gift she had not; She gave it me willingly, and yet she would not; |