Suche vayn thought as wonted to myslede me

Suche vayn thought as wonted to myslede me :
In desert hope by well assured mone :
Maketh me from compayne to live alone :
In folowing hir whome reason bid me fle,

She fleith as fast by gentill crueltie :
And after her myn hert would fain be gone :
But armed sighes my way do stoppe anon :
Twixt hope and drede lacking my libertie.

Yet, as I gesse, under disdaynfull browe,
One beame of pitie is in her dowdy loke,
Which comforteth the mynde that erst for fere shoke.

And, there withall bolded, I seke the way how
To utter the smert that I suffre within ;
But suche it is I not how to begyn.