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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