Ffull well yt maye be sene

Ffull well yt maye be sene
To suche as understand,
How some there be that wene
They have theyre welth at hand,
Thoruhe loves abusyd band ;
But lytell do they see
Th abuse wherin they bee.

Of love there ys a kynd
Which kyndlythe by abuse.
As in a feble mynd,
Whome fansy may enduce
By loves dysceatefull use,
To folowe the fond lust.
And prove of a vayn trust.

As I myself may saye
By tryall of the same.
No wyght can well bewray
The falsyed love can frame;
I saye, twyxt grefe and game,
Ther is no lyvyng man
That knows the crafte love can

Ffor love so well can fayn
To favour for the whyle,
That suche as sekes the gayn
Ar servyd with the gyle;
And some can thys concyle,
To gyve the symple leave
Them selfes for to dysceave

What thing may more declare
Of love the craftye kynd,
Than see the wyse, so ware,
In love to be so blynd.
If so yt be assynd,
Let them enjoye the gayn,
That thynkes yt worth the payne.