To make an ende of all this strif

To make an ende of all this strif
No longer tyme for to sustaine,
But now withe dethe to chaunge the lif
Of him that lyves alwaies in payne ;
Dispaire such powre hathe in his hande,
That helpeth most I kno certeyne
Maye not withstonde.

Maye not withstonde that is electe
Bye fortunis most extremytie,
But all in worthe to be excepte
Withouten lawe or libretye ;
What vaylithe then unto my thought?
Yf right can have no remedie.
There vaylith nought.

There vayleth nought, but all in vaine,
The fawte thereof maye none amende
But onlie dethe, for to constraine
This spightfull hap to have an ende,
So grete disdaine dothe me provoke,
That drede of deth cannot deffende
This dedelye stroke.

This dedelye stroke, wherby shall seace
The harbord sighis within my herte,
And for the gifte of this relese
My hand in haste shall playe his parte,
To doo this cure againste his kinde,
For chaunge of lif from long desert
To place assignid.

To place assignid for ever more,
Nowe bye constrainte I do agre
To loose the bonde of my restore,
Wherein is bounde my liberte ;
Dethe and dispaire doeth undretake
This ende to make.