I wolde graũt you loue / but it may nothỹge auayle
My loue is past / it can not be forsaken
Therfore I praye you leue your trauayle
Full lothe I were / your deth to bewayle
There is no nette / nor no tempted snare
But ye them knowe / wherfore ye maye beware
¶ Amour.
The snares and nettes / set in sondrye maner
Doone in tyme past / made many a byrde a dawe
The tempted gynnes / were sette so cyrculer