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Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes.
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1584.

[¶]Her friend that wel deserues,
is out of countenaunce quite,
She makes the game to see me shoot,
while others hit the white.

[¶]He may wel beat the bush,
as manie thousands doo:
And misse the birds, and haply loose
his part of feathers too.

He hops without the ring,
yet daunceth on the trace,
When some come after soft and faire,
a heauie hobling pace.

In these vnconstant daies,
such troth these women haue:
As wauering as the aspen leaf
they are, so God me saue.

For no deserts of men
are wei[ghe]d, what ere they be:
For in a mood their minds are led
with new delights we see.

The guiltlesse goeth to wrack,
the gorgeous peacocks gay:
They do esteem vpon no cause,
and turne their friends away.

I blame not al for one,
some flowers grow by the weeds,
Some are as sure as lock and key,
and iust of words and deeds.

And yet of one I waile,
of one I crie and plaine:
And for her sake shall neuer none,
so nip my heart againe: