And vowing yet to come out stronge,
Upon some future day.
‘Alack for poore Syr Whystleton,
In love and warre so bold!
Ye Ladye Blanche hym browne hath done,
He is completely solde!
‘Completely solde alack he is,
Alack and wel-a-day;
Mort Dieu! a bitterre fate is hys
Whose trewe love sayth him nay!’