Comfort thy self my wofull hert

Comfort thy self my wofull hert,
Or shortly on thy self the wreke;
For lenght redoubleth dedly smert ;
Why sighes thou hert and woult not breke

To wast in sighes were pitious deth,
Alas, I fynd the faynt and weke,
Enforce thyself to lose thy breth,
Why sighes thou hert and woult not breke

Thou knowest right well that no redresse
Is thus to pyne, and for to speke,
Pardy it is remediles !
Why sighes thou then and woult not breke !

It is to late for to refuse
The yoke when it is on thy neck;
To shake it of vaileth not to muse :
Why sighes thou then and woult not breke !

To sobb and sigh it were but vain,
Syns there is none that doeth it reke ;
Alas thou doyst prolong thy pain,
Why sighes thou then and woult not breke !

Then in her sight, to move her hert,
Seke on thyself thyself to wreke,
That she may knowe thou sufferdst smert,
Sigh there thy last : and therewith breke.