Syns ye delite to knowe

Syns ye delite to knowe,
That my torment and woo
Should still encrese
WIthoute relese,
I shall enforce me so,
That liff and all shall goo,
For to content your cruelnes.

And so this grevous trayne
That I so long sustayn.
Shall sometime cese.
And have redresse,
And you also remain
Full pleased with my pain,
For to content your cruelnes.

Onles that be to light,
And that ye would ye myght
Se the distresse
And hevines
Of oon slain owte right,
Therewith to please your sight,
And to content your cruelnes.

Then in your cruell mode,
Would God fourthwith ye woode.
With force expresse,
My hert oppresse,
To do your hert suche good,
To se me bathe in blode,
For to content your cruelnes.

Then cowld ye aske no more.
Then should ye ease my sore.
And the excesse
Of myn excesse ;
And you should evermore
Defamed be, therefore,
For to repent your cruelnes.