The piller pearishd is whearto I lent

The piller pearishd is whearto I lent :
The strongest staye of myne unquyet mynde ;
The lyke of it no man agayne can fynde,
Ffrom East to West, still seking thoughe he went.

To myne unhappe ! for happe away hath rent
Of all my joye, the verye bark and rynde;
And I (alas) by chaunce am thus assynde
Dearlye to moorne till death do it relent.

But syns that thus it is by destenye,
What can I more but have a wofull hart,
My penne in playnt, my voyce in wofull crye,

My mynde in woe, my bodye full of smart.
And I my self, my self alwayes to hate
Till dreadfull death, do ease my doleful! state.