When I was otherwise

When I was otherwise then now I am
I loved more but skilled not so much
Faire words & smiles, could have contented than
My symple age and ignorance was such:
But at the length, experience made me wonder
That harts and tongues did lodge so farre asunder

As watermen which on the Thames doe row
Looke to the East, but West keepes on the way
My Soveraigne sweet, her countenauncе setled so
To feede my hopе while shee her snares might laie
And when shee saw, that I was in her danger
Good God, how soone she proved then a ranger

I could not choose but laugh although to late
To see great craft dissifered [deciphered] in a toy
I love her still, but such conditions hate
Which so prophaines my Paradice of joy
Love whets the wits, whose paine is but a pleasure
A toy, by fits, to play with all at leasure