Who most doeth slaunder love

Who most doeth slaunder love
The dede must alwaye prove;
Trouth shall excuse
That you accuse,
For slaunder and reprove ;
Not by refuse,
But by abuse
You most do slaunder love.

Ye graunt it is a snare !
And would us not beware !
Lest that your trayne
Should be to playne,
Ye colour all the care !
Lo, how you fayne,
Pleasur for payne.
And graunt it is a snare.

To love and to be wise !
It were a straunge devise !
But from that tast
Ye vow the fast,
On zyns tho run your dise,
Ambs-as may hast
Your payne to wast
To love, and to be wise.

Of all such pleasaunt dayes,
Of all suche pleasaunt playes,
Without deserft,
You have your part.
And all the worould so says ;
Save that poure hert
That for more smart
Feleth yet suche pleasaunt dayes.

Such fire and suche hete
Did never make ye swete.
For withoute payne
You best obtayne
To good spede and to great;
Who so doeth playne,
You best do fayne
Such fire and such hete.