All yn thi sight my lif doth hole depende

All yn thi sight my lif doth hole depende ;
Thou hidist thyself and I must dye therfore ;
But sins thou maiste so easely save thy frende.
Why dost thou styk to salv that thou madist sore ?
Whye doo I dye sins thou maist me deff ende ?
For if I dye, then maiste thou lyve no more :
Sins ton bye tothr doth lyve and fede thy herte,
I with thye sight, thou also with my smerte.