Had I wist that now I wot


Had I wist that now I wot
For to have found that now I find,
I would have done that I did not.
But feigned faith did make me blind
And by great oaths fixed in my mind
His faith to be faithful to trust.
The deed now proved, I find unjust.

It is not the thing that I pass on.
Of his faith though I had assurance,
Of that no more I will trust on
Than of a thing that lieth in balance.
Truth laid apart falsed is. His maintenance,
Ever double, never will be true.
Rooted at the heart must needs continue.
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