Sweet Kate of late ran away and left me plaining: \"Abide!\" I cried, \"or I die with thy disdaining\". \"Te-he-he\" quoth she, \"gladly would I see any man to die with loving!\" \"Never any yet died of such a fit; neither have I fear of proving!\"
Unkind! I find thy delight is in tormenting: \"Abide!\" I cried, \"or I die with thy consenting\". \"Te-he-he\" quoth she, \"make no fool of me! Men I know have oath at pleasure; but their hopes attain'd, they bewray they feign'd, and their oaths are kept at leisure\".
Her words, like swords, cut my sorry heart in sunder: Het flouts with doubts kept my heart's affections under. \"Te-he-he\" quoth she, \"what a fool is he stands in awe of once denying!\" Cause I had enough to become more rough: so I did. O happy trying!