If chaunce assynd

If chaunce assynd,
Were to my mynde
By very kynd
Of destyne ;
Yet would I crave
Nought els to have
But liff and libertie.

Then were I sure
I myght endure,
The displeasure
Of crueltle ;
Where now I plain
Alas in vain
Lacking my liff for libertie.

Ffor withoute thone
Thothr is gone,
And there can none
It remedy ;
If thone be past
Thothr doeth wast
And all for lack of libertie.

And so I dryve
As yet alyve,
All tho I stryve
With myserie ;
Drawing my breth,
Lowking for deth,
And losse of liff for libertie.

But thou that still
Maist at thy will
Torn all this ill
Adversitie ;
For the repare
Of my welfare
Graunt me but liff and libertie.

And if not so,
Then let all goo,
To wretched woo.
And let me dye;
For thone or thothr
There is none othr
My deth, or liff with libertie.