So me weake wretch, of many weakest one[560],
Vnweeting, and vnware of such mishap,
She brought to mischiefe through occasion[561],
Where this same wicked villein did me light vpon[562].
It was a faithlesse Squire, that was the sourse xviii
Of all my sorrow, and of these sad teares,
With whom from tender dug of commune nourse,
Attonce I was vpbrought, and eft when yeares
More rype vs reason lent to chose our Peares,
Our selues in league of vowed loue we knit: