To wette your iye withouten teare

To wette your iye withouten teare,
And in good helth to faine desease,
That you therby myn lye myght bleare,
Therwith your other frendes to please.
And tho ye thinke ye ned not feare
Yet so ye can not me apease
But as ye list, faine, flater, or glose
Ye shall not wynne if I do lose.

Prate and paint and spare not,
Ye know I can me worke ;
And if so be ye can so not,
Be sure I do not reke ;
And thowe ye swere it were not
I can bothe swere and speke ;
By God and by this crusse
If I have the mok, ye shall have the loss.