The Lover suspected blameth ill Tongues

MISTRUSTFUL minds be moved

To have me in suspect,

The truth it shall be proved,

Which time shall once detect.

Though falsehood go about

Of crime me to accuse,

At length I do not doubt

But truth shall me excuse.

Such sauce as they have served

To me without desart,

Even as they have deserved,

Thereof God send them part.