Sweet Kate of late ran away and left me plaining:
"Abide!" I cried, "or I die with thy disdaining".
"Te-he-he" quoth she, "gladly would I see any man to die with loving!"
"Never any yet died of such a fit; neither have I fear of proving!"
 
Unkind! I find thy delight is in tormenting:
"Abide!" I cried, "or I die with thy consenting".
"Te-he-he" quoth she, "make no fool of me!
Men I know have oath at pleasure;
but their hopes attain'd, they bewray they feign'd,
and their oaths are kept at leisure".
 
Her words, like swords, cut my sorry heart in sunder:
Het flouts with doubts kept my heart's affections under.
"Te-he-he" quoth she, "what a fool is he stands in awe of once denying!"
Cause I had enough to [bad word] more rough: so I did. O happy trying!