O wretched man, that would abuse so gentle Dame.
At last such grace I found, and meanes I wrought, xxi
That I that Ladie to my spouse had wonne;
Accord of friends, consent of parents sought,
Affiance made, my happinesse begonne,
There wanted nought but few rites to be donne,
Which mariage make; that day too farre did seeme:
Most ioyous man, on whom the shining Sunne[566]
Did shew his face, my selfe I did esteeme,
And that my falser friend did no lesse ioyous deeme.