Classic Poem

Ons in your grace I knowe I was,
Even as well as now is he;
Tho Fortune so hath torned my case
That I am downe and he full hye
Yet ons I was.

Ons I was he that did you please
So well that nothing did I dobte,
And tho that nowe ye thinke it ease
To take him in and throw me out—
Yet ons I was.

Ons I was he in tims past
That as your owne ye did retaine:
And tho ye have me nowe out cast,
Shoing untruthe in you to raigne,
Yet ons I was.

Ons I was he that knit the knot
The whiche ye swore not to unknit,
And tho ye faine it now forgot,
In usinge your newtangled wit,
Yet ons I was.

Ons I was he to whome ye said,
Welcomm! my joy, my whole delight.
And tho ye ar nowe well apayd
Of me, your owne, to clame ye quit—
Yet ons I was.

Ons I was he to whome ye spake,
‘Have here my hart! It is thy owne.
And tho thes wordes ye now forsake,
Saying therof my part is none,
Yet ons I was.

Ons I was he before reherst,
And nowe am he that nedes must die.
And tho I die, yet, at the lest,
In your remembrance let it lie
That ons I was.