I thynke it wisdome, syns no man forbad it, 135
With thys to spare a better—yf I had it!
And, for my name, reportyng alwaye trewly,
What hurte to reporte a sad mater merely?
As, by occasyon, for the same entent,
To a serteyne wedow thys daye was I sent, 140
Whose husbande departyd wythout her wyttynge,
A specyall good lover and she hys owne swettynge![110]
To whome, at my commyng, I caste suche a fygure,
Mynglynge the mater accordynge to my nature,