Chapter I

Although you do your best to regard me
With an air seeming offended,
Never can you deny, when all's ended,
Calm eyes, that you _did_ regard me.

However much you're at pains to Offend me, by which I may suffer, What offence is there can make up for The great good he finds who attains you? For though with mortal fear you reward me, Until my sorry sense is plenished, Never can you deny, when all's ended, Calm eyes, that you did regard me.

Thinking thus to dismay me You beheld me with disdain, But instead of destroying the gain, In fact with doubled good you paid me. For though you show them how hardly They keep off from leniency bended, Never can you deny, when all's ended, Calm eyes, that you did regard me.