Lo how I seke and sew to have

Lo how I seke and sew to have
That no man hathe, and may be had !
There ys more but synk or save
And bring thys doute to good or bad.
To lyve in sorrows, all ways sad,
I lyke not so to linger fforthe.
Hap evyll or good I shallbe glad
To take that comes as well in worthe.

Shold I sustayn this great dystres,
Styll wandryng forthe thus to and froo
In dredfull hope to hold my pese,
And fede my sell with secret woo?
Nay, nay, certayne I wyll not soo
But sure I shall my selfe aply
To put in profe this doute to knoo
And rydd thys daunger redely.

I shall assay by secret sute
To show the mynd of myn entent.
And my desertes shall gyve suche frute
As with my hart my wordes be ment.
So by the profe of thys consent
Sone, out of doute, I shall be sure.
For to rejoyce or to repent
In joye or payn for to endure.