From thes hye hilles as when a spryng doth fall

From thes hye hilles as when a spryng doth fall.
It tryllyth downe with still and suttyll corse :
Off this and that it gaders ay, and shall,
lyll it have just off flowd the streme, and forse.
Then at the fote it ragith over all ;
So faryth love when he hath tan a sorse ;
His rayne is rage, resistans valyth none;
The first estew is remedy alone.