text: They flee from me that sometime did me seek
  With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
  I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
  That now are wild and do not remember
  That sometime they put themself in danger
  To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
  Busily seeking with a continual change.
  
  Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
  Twenty times better; but once in special,
  In thin array after a pleasant guise,
  When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
  And she me caught in her arms long and small;
  Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
  And softly said, Dear heart, how like you this?
  
  It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
  But all is turned thorough my gentleness
  Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
  And I have leave to go of her goodness,
  And she also, to use newfangleness.
  But since that I so kindly am served
  I would fain know what she hath deserved.