Gyve place all ye that doth rejoyse

Gyve place all ye that doth rejoyse
And loves panges hathe clene forgot,
Let them drawe nere and here my voyse
Whom love doth force in paynes to ffett ;
For all of playnte my song is sett,
Wich long hadie served and nought can gett.

A faithefull herte so trulye mente
Rewardid is full slenderelye,
A stedfaste faithe with good entente
Ys recompensid craftelye ; lo
Such hap doeth hap unhappelye,
To them that mene but honestelye.

With humble sute I have assayde
To torn her cruell hertid minde,
But for rewarde I am delaide
And to mye welthe her eris are blynde ;
Lo thus bye chaunse I ame assignid
With stedfast love to serve the unkinde.

What vaylith troth or stedfastenesse
Or still to serve without repreffe?
What vayleth faith or gentilnesse
Where crueltie doeth rayne as cheife?
Alas ther is no greter greeff,
Than for to love and lake releffe.

Care doth constraine me to complaine
Of love and her uncertaintye,
Wich grauntith nought but gret disdayne,
For losse of all my libretye.
Alas this is extremytye
For love to finde suche crueltye !

For hertye love to finde such crueltie
Alas it is a carefull lott;
And for to voide so fowle a mok
Ther is no way but slip the knott.
The gayne so cold, the payne so hott,
Prayse yt who list, I like yt not.