And if an iye may save or sleye

And if an iye may save or sleye
And streke more diepe than wepon longe ;
And if an lye by subtil play,
May move oon more then any tonge;
How can ye say that I do wronge
Thus to suspect without deserte?
For the lye is traitor of the herte.

To frame all wel, I ame content
That it were done unwetingly;
But yet I say, who wol assent
To do but wel, do no thing whie
That men shuld deme the contrary?
For it is said by men expert.
That the lye is traitor of the hert.

But yet alas, that loke all sowle
That I doo clayme of right to have,
Shuld not methinkes goo seke the scole
To plese all folke : for who can crave
Frendlier thing then hert witsave ?
By loke to give in frendely parte;
For the lye is traitor of the hert.

And my suspect is without blame,
For as ye saye, not only I
But othr moo have denyd the same ;
Then it is not Jelowsye,
But subtill loke of rekeles lye
Did raunge to farre to make me smart,
Ffor the lye is traitor of the hert.

But I, your frende, shall take it thus.
Sins you wol soo, as stroke of chaunce,
And leve furder for to discus
Wither the stroke did sticke or glaunce ;
But scuse who can, let him avaunce
Dissembled lokes : but for my parte
My lye must stil betray myn herte.

And of this grief ye shalbe quitte
In helping trowth stedfast to goo ;
The time is longe that doeth sitt
Feble and weike and suffreth woo.
Cherish him well, continewe soo
Let him not fro your hart astart
Thenne feres not the lye to she we the hert.