Suche happe as I ame happed in

Suche happe as I ame happed in,
Had never man of trueth I wene ;
At me fortune list to begyn,
To shew that never hath ben sene,
A new kynde of unhappenes ;
Nor I cannot the thing I mene Myself expres.
Myself expresse my dedely pain

That can I well, if that myght serve;
But when I have not helpe again
That knowe I not, unles I starve;
For honger still a myddes my foode
Is so graunted that I deserve
To do me good.
To do me good what may prevaill.

For I deserve and not desir.
And still of cold I me bewaill
And raked ame in burnyng fyer ;
For tho I have, suche is my lott,
In hand to helpe that I require.
It helpeth not.
It helpeth not, but to encrese

That, that by prouff can be no more :
That is the hete that cannot cesse,
And that I have to crave so sore ;
What wonder is this gredy lust
To aske and have, and yet therefore
Refrain I must?
Refrain I must ! What is the cause ?

Sure as they say " So hawkes be taught."
But in my case laieth no suche clause,
For with suche craft I ame not caught :
Wherefore I say and good cause why,
With haples hand, no man hath raught
Suche happe as I.