HERE BEGYNNETH A COMPLAYNT OF A DOLOROUS LOUER VPON SUGRED WORDES AND FAYNED COUNTENAUNCE. I say, in right is reason, in trust is treason; The loue of a woman doth last but a season. Imprinted by Robert Wyer. HERE BEGYNNETH A COMPLAYNT OF A DOLOROUS LOUER. O, WHAT dyscomforte! O, what dueyll! By force of her from whens my paynes doth crepe ! O, what rage, to loue suche a fygure! O, what hope, what solace of suche seruyce! My herte, and shall whyle the worlde endures. Where I haue euer ben constant and true, To do that thynge that myght ensure |