Was I never yet of your love greved

Was I never yet of your love greved,
Nor never shall while that my liff doeth last;
But of hating myself that date is past,
And teeres continuell sore have me weried.

I will not yet in my grave be buried ;
Nor on my tombe, your name yfixed fast,
As cruell cause that did the sperit son haste
Ffrom thunhappy bonys, by great sighes sterred.

Then if an hart of amourous faith and Will
May content you, withoute doyng greiff,
Please it you so to this to doo releiff

Yf, othr wise, ye seke for to fulfill
Your disdain : ye erre : and shall not as ye wene ;
And you yourself the cause thereof hath bene.