Alas that men be so ungent

to order me so creuelly

off ryght they shoold themself repent

yff they regard there honesty



They kno my hart ys set so sure [5]

that all ther words can not preuayle

Tho that the thynke me to allure

wyth doubyll tongue and flaterynge tayle



Alas me thynke the do me wronge

That they wold haue me to resyne [10]

my tytle wych ys good and stronge

that I am yowrs and yow ar myne



I thynke the wold that I shold swere

yowr company for to forsake

but ons ther ys no worldly fere [15]

shold cawse ane such anothe to make



ffor I do trust ere yt be longe

that god off hys benyngnyte

wyll send us ryght where we haue wrong

for servyng hym thus faythfulye [20]



Now fare ye well my none swete wyfe

trustyng that shortely I shall here

from you the story off all my lyfe

[thy?] helth alone ys all my chere