8 Is that love? forsooth I trow.
If I saw my good dogg grieved,
And a helpe for him did know,
My love should not be beleeved,
But he were by me releeved.
9 No, she hates me (welaway)
Faining love, somewhat to please me,
Knowing if she should display
All hate, death soone would seaze me,
And of hideous torments ease me.