Mye love toke skorne my servise to retaine

Mye love toke skorne my servise to retaine
Wherin me thought she usid crueltie :
Sins with good will I lost my libretye
To followe her wich causith all my payne.

Might never care cause me for to refrayne :
But onlye this wich is extremytie :
Gyving me nought, alas, nor to agre
That as I was her man I might remayne.

But sins that thus ye list to ordre me.
That wolde have bene your servaunt true and faste,
Displese the not, my doting dayes bee paste :

And with my losse to leve I must agre.
For as there is a certeyne tyme to rage.
So ys ther tyme suche madnes to aswage.