Emma Lou Diemer - Blame not my lute

Blame not my Lute! for he must sound
Of this or that as liketh me;
For lack of wit the Lute is bound
To give such tunes as pleaseth me;
Though my songs be somewhat strange
And speak such words as touch thy change
Blame not my Lute!

My Lute! alas! doth not offend
Though that perforce he must agree
To sound such tunes as I intend
To sing to them that heareth me;
Then though my songs be somewhat plain
And toucheth some that use to feign
Blame not my Lute!

My Lute and strings may not deny
But as I strike they must obey;
Break not them then so wrongfully
But wreak thyself some other way;
And though the songs which I indite
Do quit thy change with rightful spite
Blame not my Lute!

Spite asketh spite, and changing change
And falsed faith must needs be known;
The faults so great, the cause so strange;
Of right it must abroad be blown:
Then since that by thine own desert
My songs do tell how true thou art
Blame not my Lute!
Blame but thyself that hast misdone
And well deserved to have blame;
Change thou thy way, so evil begone
And then my Lute shall sound that same;
But if 'till then my fingers play
By thy desert their wonted way
Blame not my Lute!

Farewell! unknown; for though thou break
My strings in spite with great disdain
Yet have I found out for thy sake
Strings for to string my Lute again:
And if, perchance, this sely rhyme
Do make thee blush, at any time
Blame not my Lute!