O happ moste harde where truthe doth most beguyle
O churlishe chaunce where love gives caus to loth
O face moste fals w ch frowneth by a smyle
O fayned faithe w ch loves and hateth both
My saftye stayes where dainger ever bydes
My settled truste standes faste one waveringe doutt
No steddfaste staye is that w ch ever slydes

To maske my mynde where moste yt woulde be seen
To hyde my hurtes where healinge handes should helpe
To saye a naye where soothe doth beste beseeme
Shewes but a foole one Mother Cowardes whelpe
Wherefor I dare saye as I saide before
And faine woulde doe yf donne I live no more.