Had I wist that now I wot For to have found that now I find, I would have done that I did not. But feigned faith did make me blind And by great oaths fixed in my mind His faith to be faithful to trust. The deed now proved, I find unjust. It is not the thing that I pass on. Of his faith though I had assurance, Of that no more I will trust on Than of a thing that lieth in balance. Truth laid apart falsed is. His maintenance, Ever double, never will be true. Rooted at the heart must needs continue. |