I love lovyd and so dothe she

I love lovyd and so dothe she,
And yet in love wee suffer still ;
The cause is strange, as semeth me.
To love so well and want our will.

O deadly yea ! o grevous smart !
Worse then refuse, unhappe gaine :
I love : whoever playd this part
To love so well and live in payn !

Was ever hert so well agrede
Syns love was love as I do trowe,
That in their love soo well did spede
To love so well and live in woo.

Thus morne wee bothe and hathe don long,
With wofull plaint and carefull voice,
Alas it is a grevous wrong.
To love so well and not reioyce.
And here an end of all our mone :
With sighinge oft my breth is skant,

Sins of myshappe ours is alone
To love so well and it to want.
But they that causer is of this
Of all our cares, god send them part,
That they may knowe what grefe it is
To love so well and live in smart.