To wet your eye withouten tear And in good health to feign disease, That you thereby mine eye might blear, Therewith your other friends to please; And though ye think ye need not fear, Yet so ye cannot me appease; But as ye list, feign, flatter, or glose, Ye shall not win if I do lose. Prate and paint and spare not, Ye know I can me wreak; And if so be ye care not, Be sure I do not reck. And though ye swear it were not, I can both swear and speak; By God and by this cross, If I have the mock, ye shall have the loss. |