Ever myn happ is slack and slo in comyng

Ever myn happ is slack and slo in comyng
Desir encresing, myn hope uncertain :
That leve it or wayt, it doeth me like pain;
And Tigre like, swift it is in parting,

Alas, the snow shalbe black and scalding ;
The See waterles : fisshe in the montain ;
The Tamys shall retorn back into his fontain;
And where he rose the sonne shall take lodging ;

Ere that I in this fynde peace or quyetenis.
Or that love, or my lady rightwisely,
Leve to conspire again me wrongfully;

And if that I have after suche bitternis
Any thing swete ; my mouth is owte of tast :
And all my trust and travaill is but wast.