How frendly was medea to Iason

In conqueryng off the flece off gold

how falsely quyt he her trewe affection

by whom vyctorye he gate as he wold

how may thys man for shame be so bolde [5]

to dysceve her that from hys deth and shame

hym kept and gate hym so great pryce and name



for thowgh I had yow to morrow agayne

I myght as well hold apryl from rayne

as holde you to maken stedfast [10]

all myghty god off treuthe the souerayne

wher ys the truthe off man who hath yt slayne

she that them loueth shall them fynde as fast

as in a tempest ys a rotten maste

ys that a tame beest that ys aye fayre [15]

to renne away when he ys lefte agaste



yff yt be so that ye so creuel be

that off my death yow lysteth nowght to retch

that ys so trewe and worthy as ye se

no more than of a mocker or a wretch [20]

yff ye be suche yowr beaute may not stretch

to make amendes off so crewel a dede

avysement ys good before the nede



no worthe the fayre gemme vertulesse

no worthe that herbe also that dothe no bote [25]

no worthe the beaute that ys routhlesse

no worthe that wyght that trede eche vnder fote

and ye that ben off beauty croppe and rote

Iff therwythall in yow be no routhe

than ys yt harme that ye lyuen by my trouthe [30]



for loue ys yet the muste stormy lyfe

ryght off hymself that euer was begonne

for euer some mystrust or nyce stryfe

there ys in loue some cloude ouer thy sonne

thereto we wretched women nothyng come [35]

whan to us ys wo but wepe and syt and thynyke

our wreake ys thys our owne wo to drynke



Also wyckyd tonges by so prest

to speake us harme eke men ben so vntrewe

that ryght anon as cessed ys ther lest [40]

so cesseth loue and forth to