In truth is trust, distrust not then my truthe
Let vertue liue. I aske no greater love;
Of suche regarde, repentance not ensuthe,
And hope of heavne doth highest hono r p've.

In truthe sume time it was a sweete conceite
To see how loue and life dyd dwell togeth er ;
But now in truthe there is so muche deceite
That truth in deede is gone I know not whether.

Yitt liueth truthe and hath her secrett loue,
And loue in truthe deserves to be regarded;
And loves regard in reason doth approue,
Approued Truth can neu er be discarded.

Then trie me first, and if that true yow p've me,
In truth you wronge me if you do not love me.