5 Pain or pleasure now may you plant, 6 And since so much I do desire, OF THE PAINS AND SORROWS CAUSED BY LOVE. 1 WHAT meaneth this! when I lie alone My bed me seems as hard as stone: 2 I sigh, I plain continually; The clothes that on my bed do lie, 3 In slumbers oft for fear I quake; 4 A mornings then when I do rise, 5 And if perchance by me there pass, She, unto whom I sue for grace, The cold blood forsaketh my face; 6 But if I sit near her by, With loud voice my heart doth cry, 7 To ask for help no heart I have; What means this? 8 Thus have I passed many a year, What means this? THE LOVER RECOUNTETH THE VARIABLE FANCY OF HIS FICKLE MISTRESS. 1 Is it possible? That so high debate, So sharp, so sore, and of such rate, Should end so soon, and was begun so late; 2 Is it possible? So cruel intent, So hasty heat, and so soon spent, From love to hate, and thence for to relent; Is it possible? 3 Is it possible? Within one heart so diverse mind, To change or turn as weather and wind ; That turns as oft as chance or die, The truth whereof can any try; 5 It is possible, For to turn so oft; To bring that low'st that was most aloft; 6 All is possible! Whoso list believe, Trust therefore first and after preve; As men wed ladies by license and leave; THE ABUSED LOVER BEWAILS THE TIME THAT EVER HIS EYE BEHELD HER TO WHOM HE HAD GIVEN HIS FAITHFUL HEART. 1 ALAS! poor man, what hap have I, That must forbear that I love best! I trow, it be my destiny, Never to live in quiet rest. 2 No wonder is though I complain; I seek for that I cannot attain, Which is my mortal displeasure. 3 Alas! poor heart, as in this case 4 Do what I can to ease thy smart, Thou wilt not let to love her still; 5 A careful carcass full of pain Now hast thou left to mourn for thee, 6 Mine eye, alas! was cause of this, ་ 7 She that I serve all other above Hath paid my hire, as ye may see; AN EARNEST SUIT TO HIS UNKIND MIS- 1 AND wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! 1Grame:' sorrow. 2 And wilt thou leave me thus 3 And wilt thou leave me thus Neither for pain nor smart? 4 And wilt thou leave me thus, Of him that loveth thee? Alas! thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus? HE REMEMBERETH THE PROMISE HIS LADY ONCE GAVE HIM OF AFFECTION, AND 1 THAT time that mirth did steer my ship, 2 But she herself which then wrote that Is now mine extreme enemy; |