Passe forth my wonted cryes

Passe forth my wonted cryes
Those cruell eares to pearce.
Which in most hatefull wyse
Doe styll my plaintes reverse.

Doe you my teares, also
So wet her barrein hart.
That pitye there may grow.
And crueltie depart.

For though hard rockes among
She semes to have bene bred,
And of the Tigre long
Bene nourished and fed;

Yet shall that nature change,
If pitie once win place
Whan as unknowen and strange.
She now away doth chase.

And as the water soft
Without forcyng or strength,
Where that it falleth oft,
Hard stones doeth perse at length :

So in her stony hart
My plaintes at last shall grave.
And rigour set apart,
Winne grant of that I crave.

Wherefore my plaintes, present
Styll so to her my sute
As ye, through her assent
May bring to me some frute.

And as she shall me prove,
So bid her me regarde.
And render love for love.
Which is a just reward.