They that strongly can importune
And will never yeild nor tyre,
Gaine the paye in spight of Fortune
10But such game Ile not desyre.
Where the prize is shame or synn,
Wynners loose and loosers wynn.
Looke upon the faythfull lover,
Griefe stands paynted in his face,
15Groanes, and Teares and sighs discover
That they are his onely grace: