I see that chance hath chosen me

I see that chance hath chosen me
Thus secretely to live in paine,
And to an other geven the fee
Of all my losse to have the gayn.
By chance assinde thus do I serve.
And other have that I deserve.

Unto myself sometime alone
I do lament my wolull case,
But what availeth me to mone ?
Since troth and pitie have no place
In them, to whom I sue and serve :
And other have that I deserve.

To seke by meane to change this minde
Alas, I prove it will not be ;
For in my hart I cannot finde
Once to refrain, but still agree
As bounde by force, alway to serve :
And other have that I deserve.

Such is the fortune that I have
To love them most that love me lest :
And to my pain to seke and crave
The thing that other have possest.
So thus in vain alway I serve,
And other have that I deserve.

And till I may apease the heate,
If that my happe will happe so well,
To waile my wo my hart shall freate,
Whose pensiv pain my tong can tell.
Yet thus unhappy must I serve
And other have that I deserve.