Suffryng in sorow in hope to attayn

Suffryng in sorow in hope to attayn
Desyryng in fere, and dare not complayn,
Trew of beleffe, in whome ys all my trust,
Do thou apply to ease me off my payn,
Els thus to serve and suffer styll I must.

Hope ys my hold, yet in dyspayre to speke
I dryve from tyme to tyme, and dothe not kepe
How long to lyve thus after loves lust.
In studye styll of that I dare not breke
Wherefore to serve and suffer styll I must.

Encrease of care I fynd bothe day and nyght,
I have that was ontyme all my delyght.
The cawse thereoff ye know I have dyscust.
And yet to reffrayn yt passythe my myght,
Wherefore to serve and suffer styll I must.

Love who so lyst at lengthe he shall well say
" To love and lyve in fere yt ys no play,"
Record that knowythe, and yf thys be not just
That whereas love dothe live, there is no way
But serve and suffer ever styll he must.

Then for to live with losse of libertye,
At last perchawnce shall be his remedye,
And for his trouthe reigneth with fals mistrust,
Who wold not rew to se how wrongfullye
Thus for to serve and suffer styll he must.

Untrew by trust oftymes hathe me betrayd,
Mysusyng my hope, styll to be delayd.
Fortune allways I have yt fownd unjust.
And so with lyke rewarde now am I payd,
That ys, to serve and suffer still I must.

Never to cesse, nor yet lyke to attayn
As long as I in fere dare not complayn.
True of beleff hathe allways ben my trust
And tyll she knowythe the cause of all my payn.
Content to serve and suffer styll I must.