“ To follow the pleasures thou can’st not attain,
With getting thou losest, and having, do make it,
The which if thou purchase, is spoil'd if thou hast it.
But if thou obtain’st it, thou hast nothing won,
And I lose nothing, yet am quite undone;
But if of my Jewel the King does deceive me,
No King can restote though a kingdom he gave me.
My colour is chang’d since you saw me last,
My favour is vanish’d, my beauty is past;
The rosy red shes that fat in my cheek,
To paleness is turn’d which all men dislike.
I pass not for a Princess to love I protest. ”

“ Nor be with rich prossers to wantenness brought.
If wild wanton Rosamond, one of our fort,
Had never frequented King Henry’s fair court;
Such heaps of deep sorrow she never had seen,
Nor tasted the rage of so jealous a Queen.
All men have their freedom to show their intent,
They win not a woman except she consent;
Who then can impute unto them any fault?
Who still goes upright, until men make them halt.
’Tis counted a kindness in men for to try. ”