There was never file half so well filed To file a file for every smith's intent As I was made a filing instrument To frame other, while I was beguiled. But reason hath at my folly smiled And pardoned me since that I me repent Of my lost years and time misspent: For youth did me lead and falsehood guiled. Yet this trust I have of full great appearance: Since that deceit is ay returnable, Of very force it is agreeable That therewithal be done the recompense. Then guile beguiled plained should be never And the reward little trust forever. |