Synce love wyll nedes that I shall love,
Of very force I must agree :
And since no chance may it remove
In welth and in adversitie,
I shall alway my self apply
To serve and suffer paciently.
Though for good will I finde but hate,
And cruelty my life to wast,
And though that still a wretched
state
Should pine my dayes unto the last
:
Yet I professe it willingly
To serve and suffer paciently.
For since my hart is bound
to serve,
And I not ruler of mine owne,
What so befall, till that I sterve,
By proofe full well it shall be
knowne,
That I shall still my self apply
To serve and suffer paciently.
Yea though my grief finde
no redresse
But still increase before mine
eyes :
Though my reward be cruelnesse
With all the harme, happe can devise
:
Yet I professe it willingly
To serve and suffer paciently.
Yea though fortune her pleasant
face
Should shew, to set me up aloft
:
And streight my wealth, for to
deface ;
Should writhe away, as she doth
oft :
Yet would I styll myself apply
To serve and suffer paciently.
There is no grief, no smart,
no wo
That yet I fele, or after shall,
That from this mynde may make me
go :
And whatsoever me befall,
I do professe it willingly
To serve and suffer pacientlty.
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Since love will needs that I shall love,
Of very force I must agree;
And since no chance may it remove
In wealth and in adversity, 4
I shall alway my self apply
To serve and suffer patiently.
6
Though for good will I find but hate,
And cruelty my life to waste,
And though that still a wretched
state
Should pine my days unto the last,
10
Yet I profess it willingly
To serve and suffer patiently.
12
For since my heart is bound
to serve,
And I not ruler of mine own,
What so befall, till that I starve,
By proof full well it shall be
known, 16
That I shall still my self apply
To serve and suffer patiently.
18
Yea though my grief find no
redress
But still increase before mine
eyes,
Though my reward be cruelness
With all the harm hap can devise:
22
Yet I profess it willingly
To serve and suffer patiently.
24
Yea though fortune her pleasant
face
Should show, to set me up aloft,
And straight my wealth, for to
deface,
Should writhe away, as she doth
oft: 28
Yet would I still myself apply
To serve and suffer patiently.
30
There is no grief, no smart,
no woe
That yet I feel, or after shall,
That from this mind may make me
go.
And whatsoever me befall, 34
I do profess it willingly
To serve and suffer patiently.
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