If with complaint the paine myght be exprest

If with complaint the paine myght be exprest,
That inwardelye dothe cause me sygh and grone.
Your harde herte and your cruell brest
Shulde sygh and playne for my unreste ;
And tho it ware of stone,
Yet shulde remorse cause it relent and mone.
But sins yt ys so farre out of mesure
That with my wordes I can yt not contayne ;
My onlye truste, my hertes tresure !
Alas whye doo I still indure
This resteles smerte and payne,
Sins yf ye list ye maye my woo restraine.