Respect my faith, regard my service past

Respect my faith, regard my service past;
The hope you winged call home to you at last.
Great price it is that I in you shall gain,
So great for you hath been my loss and pain.
My wits I spent and time for you alone,
Observing you and losing all for one.

Some raised to rich estates in this time are,
That held their hopes to mine, inferior far:
Such, scoffing me, or pitying me, say thus,
"Had he not loved, he might have lived like us."
O then, dear sweet, for love and pity's sake
My faith reward and from me scandal take.