So unwarely was never no man cawght

So unwarely was never no man cawght
With stedefast loke apon a goodly face
As I of late; for sodenly, me thowght.
My hart was tome owte of hys place.

Thorow myn lye the strock frome hers did slyde
Dyrectly downe unto my hert it ranne ;
In helpe wherof the blood therto did glyde,
And left my face boeth pale and wann.

Then was I like a man for woo amasyd,
Or like the byrde that flyeth into the fyer ;
For whyll that I on her beaulte gasyd.
The more I burnt in my desyre.

Anon the blowd stert in my face agayn,
Enflamed with hete that yt had att my hert.
And browght therwith therowt in every vayne
A quakynd hete with plesaunt smert.

Then was I like the strawe, when that the flame
Ys drevyn therin by force and rage of wynd ;
I can nott tell alas what I shall blame,
Npr what to seke nor what to fynd.

But well I wote the greffe holdes me so sore
In hete and cold betwyxt hope and drede,
That but her helpe to helth doeth me restore
Thys restles lyff I may nott lede.