The Lover confesseth him in Love with Phyllis

IF waker care; if sudden pale colour;

If many sighs with little speech to plain:

Now joy, now woe, if they my chere distain;

For hope of small, if much to fear therefore;

To haste or slack, my pace to less, or more;

Be sign of love, then do I love again.

If thou ask whom; sure, since I did refrain

Brunet, that set my wealth in such a roar,

The unfeigned cheer of Phyllis hath the place

That Brunet had; she hath, and ever shall.

She from myself now hath me in her grace;

She hath in hand my wit, my will, and all.

My heart alone well worthy she doth stay,

Without whose help scant do I live a day.