The knot which fyrst my hert did strayn

The knot which fyrst my hert did strayn.
When that your servant I becam,
Doth bynd me still for to remain
Allwayes your owne, as now I am;
And if you fynd that I do fayne,
With just jugement my selfe I dam
To have dysdain.

If other thought in me do groo
But styl to love you stedfastlye,
If that the proff do not well shoo
That I am yours asurydly,
Let every wellth turne me to woo,
And you to be continually
My chef est foo.

If other love or new Request
Doo ese my hart, but only this.
Or if within my weryd brest
Be hyd on thought that mene amys,
I do desyer that myn unrest
May styll increse, and I to mys
What I love best.

If in my love ther be oon spott
Of false desaytt or dobylnes.
Or if I mynd to slyp thys knot
By want of faithe or stedfastnes,
Let all my sarvyes be for nott '
And when I wold have chef redres
Estem me nott.

But if that I consume in paine
Of burning syghes, and fervent love.
And daly seke no nother gayne
But with my ded these wordes to prove,
Methink of ryght I shuld obtayn
That ye wold mynd for to remove
Your gret disdayn.

And for the end of this my song
Unto your handes I do submit
My dedly greffe, and payns so strong,
Whych in my hert be fermly shytt ;
And when ye lyst, redres me wrong,
Sens well ye know this paynfull ffytt
Hath last tto long.

" ffynys.