Sweet love your tongue lies I feel,
Your pretty eyes expose your will,
Face suit not the tongue when I deal,
And on me fails fair your cunning skill.
Eyes are slave to fingers in all matter,
Hands are slave to mouth not go to ear,
I think you faultless my faith shatters,
Even in your false love my love I gear.
Tonight I see my jealous love in dream,
Laughing at my love I sigh and weep,
Your cruel eyes hate my love I deem,
See in the glass shines the saint's sleep,
O fair you betray me I your love divorce,
I like you but you like dream intercourse,