Ye know my herte my ladye dere

Ye know my herte my ladye dere,
That sins the tyme I was your thrall,
I have bene yours both hole and clere,
Tho my rewarde hath bene but small :
So am I yet and more than all.
And ye kno well how I have served.
As yf ye prove, it shall apere
Howe well how longe
How faithefulye :
And soffred wrong
How patientlye !
Then sins that I have never swervid
Let not my paines be ondeservid.
Ye know also though ye saye naye
That you alone are my desire ;
And you alone it is that maye
Asswage my fervent flaming (ire;
Succour me then I you require.
Ye know it were a just request.
Sins ye do cause my heat I say.
If that I bourne
That ye will warme.
And not to tourne
Sending suche flame from frosen Brest
Against all right for my unrest.
And I know well how frowerdly
Ye have mystaken my true intent,
And hetherto how wrongfully
I have founde cause for to repent.
Butt deth shall ryd me redely,
If your hert do not relent;
And I knowe well all this ye knowe,
That I and myne.
And all I have,
Ye may assiyne.
To spill or save.
Why are ye then so cruel ffoo
Unto your owne that loveth you so?