“Be judge ye heavens, that all things right esteeme, / How I him loved, and love with all my might, / So thought I eke of him, and thinke I thought aright.”
“She heard with patience all unto the end, / And strove to maister sorrowful assay, / Which greater grew, the more she did contend; / And almost rent her tender hart in tway / And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay: / For greater love, the greater is the losse...”
“Whiles every sence teh humour sweet embayd, / And slombring soft my hart did steale away, / Me seemed, by my side a royall Mayd / Her daintie limbs full softly down did lay: / So faire a creature yet saw never sunny day.”
