To S^r Tho. Roe 1603.

Deare Thom:

• 1TEll her if she to hired ſervants ſhew
• 2  Diſlike, before they take their leave they goe;
• 3When nobler ſpirits start at no diſgrace,
• 4For who hath but one minde, hath but one face:
• Critical Apparatus5If then why I tooke not my leave ſhe aske,
• 6Aske her againe why ſhe did not unmaske?
• 7Was ſhe or proud or cruell, or knew ſhee
• 8'Twould make my loſſe more felt, and pittyed me?
• 9Or did ſhe feare one kiſſe might ſtay for moe?
• 10Or elſe was ſhe unwilling I ſhould goe?
• 11I thinke the beſt, and love ſo faithfully
• 12I cannot chuſe but thinke that ſhe loves mee.
• 13If this prove not my faith, then let her trie
• Critical Apparatus14How in her ſervice I would fructiſie.
• 15Ladies have boldly lov'd; bid her renew
• 16That decay'd worth, and prove the times paſt true.
• Critical Apparatus17Then he whoſe wit and verſe goes now ſo lame,
• 18With ſongs to her will the wild Iriſh tame.
• 19Howe'r, I'll weare the black and white ribband,
• 20White for her fortunes, blacke for mine ſhall ſtand.
• pg 417Critical Apparatus21I doe eſteeme her favours, not their ſtuſſte;
• Critical Apparatus22If what I have was given, 1 have enough:
• Critical Apparatus23And all's well; for had ſhe lov'd, I had had
• Critical Apparatus24All my friends hate; for now, departing ſad
• 25I feele not that; Yet as the Rack the Gout
• Critical Apparatus26Cures, ſo hath this worſe griefe that quite put out:
• 27My firſt diſeaſe nought but that worſe cureth,
• Critical Apparatus28Which (which I dare foreſee) nought cures but death.
• 29Tell her all this before I am forgot,
• 30That not too late ſhee grieve ſhee lov'd me not.
• 31 Burden'd with this, I was to depart leſſe
• Critical Apparatus32 Willing, then thoſe which die, and not confeſſe.