Goo burnyng sighes ! unto the frosen hert

Goo burnyng sighes ! unto the frosen hert
Goo, breke the ise whiche pites paynfull dert
Myght never perse, and if mortall prayer
In hevyn may be herd ; at lest I desir
That deth or mercy be ende of my smert.

Take with the payne whereof I have my part;
And eke the flame from which I cannot stert :
And leve me then in rest I you require.
Goo, burning sighes !

I must goo worke I se by craft and art,
For trueth and faith in her is laide apart;
Alas I cannot therefor assaill her
With pitefull plaint and scalding fyer
That oute of my brest doeth straynably stert
Goo, burning sighes !