To tell (quoth she) that which ye see, needs not;
A wofull wretched maid, of God and man forgot.
But what I was, it irkes me to reherse; xv
Daughter vnto a Lord of high degree;
That ioyd in happy peace, till fates peruerse
With guilefull loue did secretly agree,
To ouerthrow my state and dignitie.
It was my lot to loue a gentle swaine,
Yet was he but a Squire of low degree;
Yet was he meet, vnlesse mine eye did faine,