THE LOVER FOR SHAMEFASTNESS
HIDETH HIS DESIRE WITHIN HIS FAITHFUL HEART.
THE long love that in my thought I harbour,
And in my heart doth keep his residence,
Into my face presseth with bold pretence,
And there campeth displaying his banner.
She that me learns to love and to suffer,
And wills that my trust, and lust's negligence
Be reined by reason, shame, and reverence,
With his hardiness takes displeasure.
Wherewith love to the heart's forest he fleeth,
Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry,
And there him hideth, and not appeareth.
What may I do, when my master feareth,
But in the field with him to live and die?
For good is the life, ending faithfully.
THE LOVER WAXETH WISER,
AND WILL NOT DIE FOR AFFECTION.
YET was I never of your love aggrieved,
Nor never shall while that my life doth last;
But of hating myself, that date is past,