The abused Lover reproacheth his false Mistress of Dissimulation

TO wet your eye withouten tear,

And in good health to feign disease,

That you thereby mine eyen might blear,

Therewith your other friends to please;

And though ye think ye need not fear,

Yet so ye can not me appease;

But as ye list fawn, flatter, or glose,

Ye shall not win, if I do lose.

Prate, and paint, and spare not,

Ye know I can me wreak;

And if so be ye can so not,

Be sure I do not reck;

And though ye swear it were not,

I can both swear and speak

By God, and by this cross,

If I have the mock, ye shall have the loss.