How frendly was medea to Iason
In conqueryng off the flece off gold
how falsely quyt he her trewe affection
by whom vyctorye he gate as he wold
how may thys man for shame be so bolde [5]
to dysceve her that from hys deth and shame
hym kept and gate hym so great pryce and name
for thowgh I had yow to morrow agayne
I myght as well hold apryl from rayne
as holde you to maken stedfast [10]
all myghty god off treuthe the souerayne
wher ys the truthe off man who hath yt slayne
she that them loueth shall them fynde as fast
as in a tempest ys a rotten maste
ys that a tame beest that ys aye fayre [15]
to renne away when he ys lefte agaste
yff yt be so that ye so creuel be
that off my death yow lysteth nowght to retch
that ys so trewe and worthy as ye se
no more than of a mocker or a wretch [20]
yff ye be suche yowr beaute may not stretch
to make amendes off so crewel a dede
avysement ys good before the nede
no worthe the fayre gemme vertulesse
no worthe that herbe also that dothe no bote [25]
no worthe the beaute that ys routhlesse
no worthe that wyght that trede eche vnder fote
and ye that ben off beauty croppe and rote
Iff therwythall in yow be no routhe
than ys yt harme that ye lyuen by my trouthe [30]
for loue ys yet the muste stormy lyfe
ryght off hymself that euer was begonne
for euer some mystrust or nyce stryfe
there ys in loue some cloude ouer thy sonne
thereto we wretched women nothyng come [35]
whan to us ys wo but wepe and syt and thynyke
our wreake ys thys our owne wo to drynke
Also wyckyd tonges by so prest
to speake us harme eke men ben so vntrewe
that ryght anon as cessed ys ther lest [40]
so cesseth loue and forth to
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