In storyes olde it is well provable
How many ladyes hath bene right falsely
Wyth men deceyved yll and subtylly.
Amoure.
O goodd madame! though that they abused
Them to theyr ladyes in theyr great deceyte,
Yet am I true; let me not be refused:
Ye have me taken wyth so fayre a bayte,
That ye shall never out of my conceyte.
I can not wrynche by no wyle nor croke,