That for hym to laboure he hath prayde me hartely;
Notwithstandynge to you be it sayde, 1670
To trust in me he is but dyssayued;
For, so helpe me God, for you he is not mete:
I speke the softlyer, because he sholde not wete.
Magn. Come hyder, Pleasure, you shall here myne entent:
Mesure, ye knowe wel, with hym I can not be content,
And surely, as I am nowe aduysed,
I wyll haue hym rehayted and dyspysed.
Howe say ye, syrs? herein what is best?