Two Knightes did linke in League of great goodwill,
At length the one corrupts the others wife,
And traitourlike procurde her vnto ill,
Which vile abuse bred deadlie hate and strife,
And was the cause this leacher lost his life.
For why, the Knight to whome this wrong was wrought
This traitor slue, when he full little thought.

The murther done, he gaue his Cooke the hearte
Of him that had conspirde this filthie feate,
And made him dresse it curiouslie by arte,
And gaue his wife the same at night to eate,
Who fed thereof, and thought it passing meate:
But when she knew, the heart, the hap, and all,
She loathde to liue, and slue her selfe by fall.

Quid non cogit amor?