All hevy myndes

All hevy myndes
Do seke to ese their charge,
And that that moost theim byndes
To let at large.

Then why should I
Hold payne within my hert,
And may my tune apply
To ease my smart.

My faithfull lute
Alone shall here me plaine ;
For els all othr sute
Is clene in vaine.

Ffor where I sue
Redresse of all my grieif,
Lo they do most eschew
My hertes relieff.

Alas, my dere
Have I deserved so,
That no help may appere
Of all my wo ?

Whome speke I to,
Unkynd and deff of ere ;
Alas, lo I go.
And wot not where.

Where is my thoght ?
Where wanders my desire ?
Where may the thing be soght
That I require?

Light in the wynde
Doth fle all my delight ;
Where trouth and faithfull mynde
Are put to flyght.

Who shall me gyve
Fetherd wynges for to fle.
The thing that doeth me greve
That I may se ?

Who would go seke
The cause whereby to payne ?
Who could his foo beseke
For ease of payne ?

My chaunce doeth so
My wofull case procure,
To offer to my ffoo
My hert to cure.

What hope I then
To have any redresse ?
Of whome or where or when
Who can expresse ?

No ! sins dispaire
Hath set me in this case,
In vain oft in the ayre
To say ' Alas !

I seke nothing
But thus for to discharge
My hert of sore sighing,
To plaine at large.

And with my lute
Sum tyme to ease my pain.
For els all othr sute
Is clene in vain.