Madem you say I am sad I ansure noe
unlesse it be because you say I am soe
I know some praysed for speaking what is true
But mores your wright whoes truth does wate of you
Before you spoke I found no cause of griefe
But in your speach you tooke all wished reliefe
From me your servant, placed me in want
Of meanes to show my poverty and scant
For I had now atayn'd what I desire'd
And consequently happy, now's required
Why I am sad, oh worde of most heigh price
To torne me misserable with in the house
For I am greved that my exteriour show
Should contradict the joye I have from you.
For madem doe me wright I doe protest
Ther is no joy if not by me possest.
When in your conversation I can find
Ther be all treasures to delight the mind
And I unworthy shuld this possesse
Which might rewarde the worthyes and blesse
Those that had ventur'd most for your deare sake
And I receave this from you, and not take
It as a blessing given to me by you
That from this time I should no sorrow know
Were I in this doubt I would bequeth
My place to others weare the willow reath
Therefore by these your favors I intreate
You will beleeve my joye in you compleate.