Absens absenting causithe me to complaine

Absens absenting causithe me to complaine
My sorofull complayntes abiding in distressc,
And departing most pryvie encreasithe my paitie ;
Thus lyve I uncomfortid, wrappid all in hevenes.

In hevenes I am wrappid, devoyde of all solace.
Nothr pastyme nor pleasure can revyve my dull wytt,
My sprites be all taken, and dethe doeth me menace,
With his fatall knif the thrid for to kitt.

For to kitt the thrid of this wretchid liff
And shortelye bring me owt of this cace,
I se yt avaylith not, yet must I be pensif ,
Sins fortune from me hathe tumid her face.

Her face she hathe turnid with cowntenance contrarious.
And clene from her presens she hath exiled me,
Yn sorowe remayning, as a man most dolorous,
Exempte from all pleasure and worldelye felicitie.

All worldelye felicitye now am I pryvate,
And left in deserte most solitarelye,
Wandring all about, as on withoute mate ;
My deth aprochlth, what remedye :

What remedye, alas, to rejoise my wofull herte,
With sighis suspiring most rufullie ;
Nowe Wellcome, I am redye to deperte.
Farewell all plesure welcome paine and smerte.