Insooth

Insooth, good friend, your father might have kept This Calfe, bred from his Cow from all the world

Said a smile to a tear. ⁠On the cheek of my dear, That becam'd like the sun in spring weather ⁠Insooth, love Tear, ⁠It strange must appear, That we should be both here together.

I could render an account, but the tale would be over long,—having insooth surprised them there together, had the twain of them slain by men appointed thereto.