246MY flocks feede not, my Ewes breed not,

247My Rams speed not, all is amis:

248Loue is dying, Faithes defying,

249 Harts nenying, causer of this.

250All my merry Iigges are quite forgot,

251All my Ladies loue is lost (god wot)

252Where her faith was firmely fixt in loue,

253There a nay is plac't without remoue.

254 One silly crosse, wrought all my losse,

255 O frowning fortune cursed fickle dame,

256 For now I see, inconstancy,

257 More in wowen then in men remaine.