Bicause I have the still kept fro lyes and blame

Bicause I have the still kept fro lyes and blame :
And to my power alwaies have I the honoured ;
Unkynd tong ! right ill hast thou me rendred ;
For suche desert to do me wrek and shame.

In nede of succor moost when that I ame,
To aske reward, then standest thou like oon aferd :
Alway moost cold, and if thou speke towerd,
It is as in dreme, unperfaict and lame.

And ye salt teres, again my will eche nyght
That are with me, when fayn I would be alone :
Then are ye gone when I should make my mone.

And you, so reddy sighes to make me shright,
Then are ye slake when that ye shulde owtestert.
And onely my loke declareth my hert.