Like to these unmesurable montayns

Like to these unmesurable montayns.
Is my painfull lyff the burden of Ire,
For of great height be they, and high is my desire ;
And I of teres, and they be full of fontayns ;

Under craggy rockes they have full barren playns :
Hard thoughtes in me, my wofull mynde doeth tyre;
Small fruyt and many leves their toppes do atyre :
Small effect with great trust in me remayns.

The boyseus wyndes oft their high bowghes do blast :
Hote sighes from me continuelly be shed ;
Cattell in theim : and in me love is fed;

Immoveable ame I : and they are full stedfast;
Of that restles birdes they have the tune and note :
And I alwayes plaintes that passe thorough my throte.