To his Friend riding to Londonwarde

AS Troylus did reioyce
when Cresid yéelded grace,
And dained him from seruice true
so néere hir hart to place:
So haue I ioyde (my Deare)
for friendship which I founde,
And loue requited with the like
which curde my carefull wounde.
And he full shrilly shright
and doolde his wofull chaunce,
On Gréekish Stéede from Troian towne
when Cresid gan to praunce
And leaue the lyked soyle
where did soiourne hir ioie,
I meane the worthy Troylus
and louingst youth in Troie:
Euen so I waile at thy
departure, would thou wist,
And out I crie a wretched Wight
that thought himselfe yblist.
O London lothsome lodge
why dost thou now procure
My Loue to leaue this pleasant soyle
that hath my hart in cure?
Since needes it must be so
gainsend hir home in hast:
Let hir retire with harmelesse health
that sicklesse hence is past.
Yeelde mée a good account
of hir that is my ioie,
And send hir to hir Troylus
that longs for hir in Troie.