Of a Gentlewoman that wilde hir Louer to weare greene Bayes in token of hir stedfast loue towards him

B: Tolde me that the Bay would aye be gréene,
And neuer chaunge his hue for winters thret:
Wherefore (quoth shee) that plainely may be séene
What loue thy Ladie beares, the Lawrell get.
A braunch aloft vpon the Helmet weare,
Presuming that vntill the Lawrell die
And loze his natiue colour, I will beare
A faithfull hart, and neuer swerue awrie.
I (siely soule) did smile with ioyfull brow
Hoping that Daphnis would retainde hir hue
And not haue chaungde: & lykewise that the vow
My Ladie made would make my Ladie true.
O Gods, beholde the chaunce, I wore the Trée,
And honord it as stay of stedfast Loue:
But sodainely the Lawrell might I sée
To looke as browne as doth the brownest Doue.
I marueld much at this vnwoonted sight:
Within a day or two came newes to mée
That shée had chaungde, & swarude hir friendship quight
Wherefore affie in neither trull nor tree.
For I perceiue that colours lightly chaunge,
And Ladies loue on sodaine waxeth straunge.