There was never nothing more me payned

There was never nothing more me payned,
Nor nothing more me moved,
As when my swetehert her complayned,
That ever she me loved.
Alas the while !

With pituous loke she saide, and sighed :
" Alas what aileth me,
" To love and set my welth so light
" On hym that loveth not me."
Alas the while !

" Was I not well voyde of all pain
" When that nothing me greved ?
" And nowe with sorrows I must complain,
" And cannot be releved.
Alas the while !

" My restfull nyghtes and joyfull daies,
" Syns I began to love,
" Be take from me ; all thing decayes
" Yet can I not remove."
Alas the while !

She wept and wrong her handes withall ;
The teres fell in my nekk ;
She torned her face and let it fall,
Scarsely therewith coulde speke.
Alas the while I

Her paynes tormented me so sore
That comfort had I none ;
But cursed my fortune more and more
To se her sobbe and grone ;
Alas the while !