To wet your eye withouten tear


To wet your eye withouten tear
And in good health to feign disease
That thou 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 gloze.
Ye shall not win if I do lose.

Prate and paint and spare not;
Ye know I can me wreck.
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.
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