An humble sute to his friende, requesting Loue for Loue.
I Saw of late a wofull wight,
That Willo wandes did winde to weare:
Whose face declarde the painfull plight,
Which he through loue then present beare.
He lookte a loft as though he woulde
Haue fled vnto the starrie skies:
But still he stoode, as though he coulde,
Not once heaue vs his heauie thées.
His feathered handes he flashed foorthe,
And thyther fayne he woulde haue ••••ead:
But wofullman he was full wroothe,
To see his limmes all lade with lead.
You are the bright and starrie skie,
I am the man in painfull plight:
My l••••••es are lade I cannot flie,
My corps may not sustaine my weight