It was a youthfull knight Lov'd a gallant lady; Fair she was and bright, And of vertues rare: Herself she did behave 5 So courteously as may be; Wedded they were brave; Joy without compare. Here began the grief, Pain without relief: 10 Her husband soon her love forsook, To women lewd of mind, Being bad inclin'd, He only lent a pleasant look. The lady she sate weeping, 15 While that he was keeping Company with others moe: Her words, "My love, beleeve not, Come to me, and grieve not; Wantons will thee overthrow." 20 His fair Ladie's words Nothing he regarded; Wantonnesse affords Such delightfull sport. While they dance and sing, 25 With great mirth prepared, She her hands did wring In most grievous sort. "O what hap had I Thus to wail and cry, 30 Unrespected every day, Living in disdain, While that others gain All the right I should enjoy! I am left forsaken, 35 Others they are taken: Ah my love! why dost thou so? Her flatteries beleeve not, Come to me, and grieve not; Wantons will thee overthrow." 40 The Knight with his fair peece At length the Lady spied, Who did him daily fleece Of his wealth and store: Secretly she stood, 45 While she her fashions tryed, With a patient mind, While deep the strumpet swore. "O Sir Knight, O Sir Knight," quoth she, "So dearly I love thee, 50 My life doth rest at thy dispose: By day, and eke by night, For thy sweet delight, Thou shalt me in thy arms inclose. I am thine for ever; 55 Still I will persever True to thee, where ere I go." "Her flatteries believe not, Come to me, and grieve not; Wantons will thee overthrow." 60