Time hath not given thee leave as yet
For to commit so great a sinne!”
Yes, herdsman, yes, soe wou’dst thou say,
If thou knewest so much as I;
My wits, and thoughtes, and all the rest,
Have well deserved for to dye.
I am not what I seeme to bee,
My cloths and sexe doe differ fare;
I am a woman, woe is mee!
Born to greeffe, and irksome care.