Tanglid I was in loves snare

Tanglid I was in loves snare,
Oprest with payne, torment with care ;
Of grefe right sure, of joye full bare,
Clene in dispaire bye crueltye ;
But ha ! ha ! 'la ! full well is me,
For I am now at libertye.

The wofull daye so full of paine,
The werye nyght all spent in vayne,
The labor lost for so small gayne;
To wryte them all yt wyll not be.
But ha ! ha ! ha ! full well is me,
For I am now at libertye.

Everything that faire doeth sho,
When prof is made it proveth not soo.
But torneth mirthe to bittre woo,
Wich in this case full well I see ;
But ha ! ha ! ha ! full well is me
For I am now at libertye.

To grete desire was my guide.
And wanton wyll went bye my syde ;
Hope rulid still, and made me hyde
Of loves craft thextremitye.
But ha ! ha ! ha ! full well is me
For I am now at libertye.

With faynid wordes that ware but winde,
To long delay es I was assind :
Her wylye lokes my wyttes ded blinde :
Thus as she wolde I ded agree.
But ha ! ha ! ha ! full well is me
For I am now at libertye

Was never birde tanglid in lyme.
That brake awaye yn better tyme,
Then I that rotten bowes ded clyme.
And had no hurte but scaped fre.
Now ha ! ha ! ha ! full well is me
For I am nowe at libertye.