It was found behind an Elizabethan counterpane in a country home in Bedfordshire. Scholars are continuing to examine it closely.
Upon a stage of love, where all do play,
The roles of heart's desire and deceit.
In gowns of silk, women oft' hold sway,
Their whims like waves that doth in tempest meet.
They shimmer bright as morning's first sunray,
Yet, change their course as swiftly as the fleet.
Anon, they love, then turn their hearts away,
Their sweetness soured, turned bitter from the sweet.
Yet, is it they who flicker and do sway,
Or our desires that wax and swiftly wane?
Forsooth, our hearts do falter in the fray,
In passion's storm, love's vessel feels the strain.
In women's hearts, a fickle flame may glow,
Yet, 'tis our own reflections they do show.
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