When it is given or lent, 9 If this be under mist, I wot what I do mean. THAT THE PAIN HE ENDURED SHOULD NOT MAKE HIM CEASE FROM LOVING. 1 THE joy so short, alas! the pain so near, The way so long, the departure so smart; The first sight, alas! I bought too dear, That so suddenly now from hence must part. The body gone, yet remain shall the heart With her, the which for me salt tears doth rain; And shall not change till that we meet again. 2 The time doth pass, yet shall not my love; Though I be far, always my heart is near. Though other change, yet will not I remove; Though other care not, yet love I will and fear; Though other hate, yet will I love my dear; Though other will of lightness say 'Adieu,' Yet will I be found steadfast and true. 3 When other laugh, alas! then do I weep: THE COMPLAINT OF A DESERTED LOVER. 1 'How should I Be so pleasant, In my semblant,' 2 Not long ago, It chanced so, As I did walk alone; I heard a man, That now and than Himself did thus bemoan: 3 Alas!' he said, 'I am betray'd, And utterly undone; Whom I did trust, And think so just, Another man hath won. 4 My service due, And heart so true, On her I did bestow; I never meant For to repent, In wealth, nor yet in woe. 5 Each western wind Hath turned her mind, And blown it clean away; Thereby my wealth, Are driven to great decay. 1 'Semblant:' appearance. THE LOVER COMPLAINETH THAT HIS FAITHFUL HEART AND TRUE MEANING HAD 1 GIVE place! all ye that doth rejoice, Which long hath serv'd and nought can get. 2 A faithful heart so truly meant, A steadfast faith with good intent Such hap doth hap unhappily 3 With humble suit I have essayed And to my wealth her eyes be blind. 4 What 'vaileth truth, or steadfastness, 5 Care doth constrain me to complain Of love, and her uncertainty, |