The Lover prayeth not to be disdained, refused, mistrusted, nor forsaken

DISDAIN me not without desert;

Nor leave me not so suddenly;

Since well ye wot, that in my heart

I mean ye not but honestly.

Refuse me not without cause why;

For think me not to be unjust;

Since that by lot of fantasy,

This careful knot needs knit I must.

Mistrust me not, though some there be,

That fain would spot my steadfastness:

Believe them not, since that ye see,

The proof is not, as they express.

Forsake me not, till I deserve;

Nor hate me not, till I offend;

Destroy me not, till that I swerve:

But since ye know what I intend,

Disdain me not, that am your own;

Refuse me not, that am so true;

Mistrust me not, till all be known;

Forsake me not now for no new.