Farewell, the rayn of crueltie

Farewell, the rayn of crueltie :
Though that with pain my libertie
Dere have I boght : yet shall suretie
Conduyt my thoght of Joyes nede.

Of force I must forsake pleasure :
A goode cause iust syns I endure
Thereby my woo : which be ye sure
Shall therewith goo me to recure.

I fare as oon escaped that fleith :
Glad that is gone, yet stille fereth
Spied to be cawght : and so dredeth
That he for nought his pain leseth.

In joyfull pain reioyse myn hert
Thus to sustain of eche apart ;
Let not this song from the estert;
Welcome emong my plaisaunt smert.