In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept,
I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept:
She sighed sore and sang full sweet to bring the babe to rest,
That would not cease, but cried still, in sucking at her breast.
She was full weary of her watch, and grieved with her child,
She rocked it and rated it, till that on her it smiled:
Then did she say, now have I found, this proverb true to prove,
The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love.