After great stormes the cawme retornis

After great stormes the cawme retornis,
And plesanter it is thereby ;
Fortune likewise that often tornis
Hath made me now the moost happy.

Thevin that pited my distres.
My just desire and my cry,
Hath made my langour to cesse,
And me also the most happy.

Whereto dispaired ye my frendes;
My trust alway in hid ly,
That knoweth what my though(t) intendes,
Whereby I lyve the most happy.

Lo ! what can take hope from that hert
That is assured stedfastly;
Hope therefore ye that lyve in smert.
Whereby I ame the most happy.

And I that have felt of your paine,
Shall pray to God continually
To make your hope your helth retayne,
And me also the most happy.