If amours faith, an hert unfayned

If amours faith, an hert unfayned,
A swete languor a great lovely desir :
If honest will kyndelled in gentill fier :
If long error in a blynde maze chayned :

If in my visage, eche thought depaynted :
Or els in my sperklyng voyse lower or higher,
Which no we fere, nowe shame, wofully doth tyer :
If a pale colour which love hath stayned :

If to have an other then myself more dere :
Yf walling and sighting continuelly,
With sorrowfull anger feding bissely :

Yf burning a farr of : and fresing nere
Ar cause that by love my self I destroye.
Yours is the fault and myn the great annoye.