"Since to the gentlest maid, of fairest dye, And boldest that hath been, or evermore Will be, thou wast so dear, she used to tie Thy trappings, and to thee thy forage bore:
Dear wast thou to my lady-love: Ah! why Call I her mine, since she is mine no more?
If I have given her to another lord, Why turn I not upon myself this sword?"
