Good Miss, I'll not use floods of words,
 Once I am sure you will or no--
 And if you will, then leave your bourds[1],
 And use your wit, and show it so,
 For with a beck you shall me call.
 And if of one, who burns each day,
 You feel for him aught ruth at all,
 Speak fair to him with yea or nay.
 If it be yea, I shall be fain;
 If it be nay, we're friends as 'fore--
 You shall get some new man in train,
 And I mine own, and yours no more.

                                -- Sir Tom Watt

Notes:
1. Jests or tricks.