HEr loved I most, By thee that 's lost, Though she were won with leisure; She was my gain: But to my pain, Thou spoilest me of my treasure.
The ship full fraught With gold, far sought, Though ne'er so wisely helmèd, May suffer wrack In sailing back, By tempest overwhelmèd.
But She, good Sir! Did not prefer You, for that I was ranging: But for that She Found faith in me, And She loved to be changing.
Therefore boast not Your happy lot; Be silent now you have her! The time I knew She slighted you, When I was in her favour.
None stands so fast But may be cast By Fortune, and disgracèd: Once did I wear Her garter there, Where you her glove have placèd.
I had the vow That thou hast now, And glances to discover Her love to me; And She to thee, Reads but old lessons over.
She hath no smile That can beguile; But, as my thought, I know it: Yea to a hair, Both when, and where, And how, she will bestow it.
What now is thine Was only mine, And first to me was given; Thou laugh'st at me! I laugh at thee! And thus we two are even.
But I'll not mourn, But stay my turn; The wind may come about, Sir! And once again May bring me in; And help to bear you out, Sir!
The Crier.
GOod folk, for gold or hire, But help me to a Crier! For my poor Heart is run astray After two Eyes, that passed this way.
Oh yes! O yes! O yes! If there be any man, In town or country, can Bring me my Heart again; I'll please him for his pain.
And by these marks, I will you show That only I this Heart do owe [own]: It is a wounded Heart, Wherein yet sticks the dart. Every piece sore hurt throughout it: Faith and Troth writ round about it. It was a tame Heart, and a dear; And never used to roam: But having got this haunt, I fear 'Twill hardly stay at home.
For God's sake, walking by the way, If you my Heart do see; Either impound it for a Stray, Or send it back to me!
To his coy Love.
A Canzonet.