My hert I gave the, not to do it payn;
But to preserve, it was to the taken.
I served the, not to be forsaken,
But that I should be rewarded again.
I was content thy servant to remayn
But not to be payed vnder this fasshion.
Nowe syns in the is none othre reason,
Displease the not if that I do refrain,
Vnsaciat of my woo and thy desire,
Assured be craft to excuse thy fault.
But syns it please the to fain a default,
Farewell, I say, parting from the fyer.
For he that beleveth bering in hand,
Plowith in water and soweth in the sand.