1. Would my conceit that first enforc`d my woe
Or else mine eyes which still the same increase
Might be extinct to end my sorrows so
Which now are such as nothing can release
Whose life is death and eke whose change
Each change of sour and eke whose hell reneweth every hour.

2. Each hour amidst the deep of hell I fry
Each hour I waste and wither where I sit
But that sweet hour wherein I wish to die
My hope alas may not enjoy it yet
Whose hope is such bereaved of the bliss
Which unto all save me allotted is.

3. To all save me is free to live or die
To all save me remaineth hap or hope
But all perforce I must abandon it
Sith Fortune still directs my hap a slope
Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust
But to my thralls I yield for so I must.