And dole, might come; but now, alack! I’m fain
To own my error, not withouten pain.
Yea, of the cheat first was I made aware,
Seeing myself of her forsaken sheer,
In whom I hoped alone;
For, when I deemed myself most fairly grown
Into her favor and her servant dear,
Without her thought or care
Of my to-come despair,
I found she had another’s merit ta’en