The abused Lover seeth his Folly and intendeth to trust no more

WAS never file yet half so well yfiled,

To file a file for any smith’s intent,

As I was made a filing instrument,

To frame other, while that I was beguiled:

But reason, lo, hath at my folly smiled,

And pardoned me, since that I me repent

Of my last years, and of my time mispent.

For youth led me, and falsehood me misguided.

Yet this trust I have of great apparence,

Since that deceit is aye returnable,

Of very force it is agreeable,

That therewithal be done the recompense:

Then guile beguiled plained should be never;

And the reward is little trust for ever.