That nourish thoughts, yet sence and wordes consume;
5This makes my pen more hardy then my tongue,
Free from my feare yet feeling my desire,
To utter that I have conceal'd so long
By doing what you did yourself require.
Believe not him whom Love hath left so wise
10As to have power his owne tale for to tell,
For childrens greefes do yield the loudest cries,
And cold desires may be expressed well:
In well told Love most often falsehood lies,