Resound my voyse ; ye wodes that here me plain

Resound my voyse ; ye wodes that here me plain :
Boeth hilles and vales causing reflexion ;
And Ryvers eke record ye of my pain :
Which have ye oft forced by compassion,
As Judges to here myn exclamation :
Emong whome pitie I fynde doeth remayn :
Where I it seke, Alas there is disdain.

Oft ye Revers : to here my wofull sounde
Have stopt your course : and plainly to expresse
Many a tere by moystor of the grounde.
The erth hath wept to here my hevenes :
Which causeles to suffre without redresse,
The howyy okes have rored in the wynde :
Eche thing methought complayning in their kynde.

Why then helas doeth not she on me rew?
Or is her hert so herd, that no pitie
May in it synke my Joye for to renew?
O stony hert, ho hath this joyned the?
So cruell, that art : cloked with beaultie;
No grace to me from the there may procede.
But as rewarded deth for to be my mede.