Madam, Withouten Many Words

Madam, withouten many words
  Once I am sure ye will or no ...
And if ye will, then leave your bourds
  And use your wit and show it so,
And with a beck ye shall me call;
  And if of one that burneth alway
Ye have any pity at all,
  Answer him fair with & {.} or nay.
If it be &, {.} I shall be fain;
  If it be nay, friends as before;
Ye shall another man obtain,
  And I mine own and yours no more.

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