If Love Now Reigned As It Hath Been

If love now reigned as it hath been

And were rewarded as it hath sin,

Noble men then would sure ensearch

All ways whereby they might it reach,

But envy reigneth with such disdain

And causeth lovers outwardly to refrain,

Which puts them to more and more

Inwardly most grievous and sore.

The fault in whom I cannot set,

But let them tell which love doth get—

To lovers I put now sure this case:

Which of their loves doth get them grace?

And unto them which doth it know

Better than do I, I think it so.