He promiseth to remain faithful whatever Fortune betide

SOMETIME I sigh, sometime I sing;

Sometime I laugh, sometime mourning

As one in doubt, this is my saying;

Have I displeas’d you in any thing?

Alack! what aileth you to be griev’d?

Right sorry am I that ye be moved.

I am your own, if truth be prov’d;

And by your displeasure as one mischiev’d.

When ye be merry then am I glad;

When ye be sorry then am I sad;

Such grace or fortune I would I had

You for to please howe’er I were bestad.

When ye be merry why should I care?

Ye are my joy, and my welfare,

I will you love, I will not spare

Into your presence, as far as I dare.

All my poor heart, and my love true,

While life doth last I give it you;

And you to serve with service due,

And never to change you for no new.