The Joye so short alas, the paine so nere

The Joye so short alas, the paine so nere,
The waye so long, the departure so smart.
The furst sight alas I bought to dere,
That so sodainelye now from hens must parte.
The bodye gone, yet remaine shall the hert
With her, that which for me salte teris ded raine.
And shall not chaunge till that we mete againe.

The tyme doeth passe, yet shall not my love;
Tho I be farre, alwayis my hert is nere ;
Tho other chaunge, yet will I not remove;
Tho other care not, yet love I will and fere ;
Tho other hate, yet will I love my dere;
Tho other woll of lightnes saye adewe
Yet woll I be founde stedefast and trewe.

When other laugh, alas then do I wepe.
When other sing, then do I waile and crye ;
When other runne, perforcyd I am to crepe;
When other daunce, in sorro I do lye ;
When other joye, for paine welnere I dye;
Thus brought from welth alas to endles paine.
That undeservid, causeles to remayne.