Being in Sorrow, He Complaineth

Mistrust misdeems amiss, whereby displeasure grows,
And time delayed finds Freds afraid their faith for to disclose.
Suspect that breedeth thought, and thought to sighs convert,
And sighs have sought a flood of tears where sobs do seek your heart.

Thus heart that means no harm must feed on sorrows all,
Until such time as pleaseth the judge the truth in question call.
Though cause of great mistrust before that judge appear,
My truth, and mercy of my judge, I trust shall set me clear.

Report these rimes at large my truth for to detect,
Yet truth in time shall try itself and drive away suspect.
Believe not every speech, nor speak not all you hear,
For truth and mercy of the judge, I trust, shall set me clear.
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