The Aunswere to the same

PErdie I néede no Bame
ne forced heate by charme,
To set my burning breast in flame
whom Cupids gleames doe warme,
On Bayes is my delight,
Remembrance is not past:
Though Daysie hit the nayle aright,
my Friendship aye shall last.
Though Loue in ydle bée,
yet will I not forgoe
Ne cast off care as you shall sée,
and time the trouth shall showe.
So I may taste the swéete,:
I force not on the sowre
The more is ioy when Friends doe méete,
that Fortune earst did lowre.
Your Fenell failed quight
where such good fayth is ment:
For Bayes are onely my delight
though I for Bayes be shent.