Leve thus to slander love

Leve thus to slander love !
Though evill, with suche it prove
Which often use,
Love to mysuse,
And loving to reprove;
Such cannot chose,
For their refuse,
But thus, to slaunder love.

Ffle not so much the snare ;
Love sildam causeth care ;
But by deserftes
And crafty partes,
Som lese their owne welfar;
Be true of hertes,
And for no smartes
Fie not so much the snare '

To love and not to be wise
Is but a mad devise;
Such love doeth last
As sure and fast
As chaunce on the dyse ;
A bitter tast
Coms at the last,
To love and not to be wise.

Such be the plaisaunt daies.
Such be the honest wayes;
There is no man,
That fully can
Know it, but he that sayes
Loving to ban
Were folly then !
Such be the pleasaunt daies.

Such is a plaisaunt fire,
Kyndeled by true desire ;
And though the payne
Cause men to playne
Sped well is oft the hiere.
Then though some fayne
And lese the gayne
Love is a pleasaunt fire.