Though I my self be bridilled of my mynde

Though I my self be bridilled of my mynde,
Retorning me backeward by force expresse ;
If thou seke honor to kepe thy promes,
Who may thee hold my hert but thou thyself unbind.

Sigh thou no more, syns no way man may fynde
Thy vertue to let : though that frowerdnes
Of ffortune me holdeth; and yet, as I may gesse,
Though other be present, thou art not all behinde.

Suffice it then that thou be redy there
At all howres : still under the defence
Of tyme, trouth, and love, to save thee from offence :

Cryeng " I burne in a lovely desire
With my maisteres " ; that may not followe ;
Whereby his absence torneth him to sorrowe.