muste varye

My worship sauf I faylle election
Agayn al right bot[=h] of god and kynde
Therto be knyt vnder subiection
For whens for bot[=h] ar out of mynde
My thought got[=h] furt[=h] my body is behynde
For I am here, and yond my remembrance
Betwene two so hange I in balance

Deuoyde of Ioye, of woo I haue plente
What I desire, that may I not possede
For that I nolde is redy ay to me
And that I loue, for to sue I drede
To my desire contrary is my mede
And thus I stonde departed in tweyne
Of wy[=ll] and dede ylaced in a cheyne

For thoug[=h] I brenne wit[=h] feruence & hete
Wit[=h]yn myn herte I mote compleyne of colde
And by excesse thoug[=h] I swelte and swete
Me to compleyne god wote I am not bolde
Vnto no wight, ner one word vnfolde
Of al my peyne, allas the hard stounde
The hotter that I brenne, [the] colder is my wounde

For he that hat[=h] myn hert feyt[=h]fully
And hool my loue in al honeste
Wit[=h]oute chaunge al be hit secretly
I haue no space wit[=h] hym for to be
O lady venus consider now and see
Vnto theffecte and compleynt of my by[=ll]
Sit[=h] lyf and det[=h] I put a[=ll] in thy wy[=ll]

And tho me thought the goddes did enclyne
Mekely her hede and softly gan expresse
That in short tyme her torment shold fyne
And how of hym for whom al her distresse
Contynned had and al her heuynesse
She shold haue Ioye and of her purgatorye
Be holpen sone and so lyue fort[=h] in glorye

And said doughter for thy sad trouthe
Thy fait[=h]ful menyng and Innocence
That planted be wit[=h] outen ony slouthe
In your persone deuoyed of al offence
So han they atteyned to our audience
That wit[=h] our grace ye shal be wel releuyd
I you behete of al that hat[=h] you greuyd

And for that ye be euer of one entent
Wit[=h]oute chaunge or mutabilyte
And in your paynes ben so pacient
To take lowly your aduersyte
And that so longe thurgh the cruelte
Of olde saturne my fader vnfortuned
Your woo shal now no lenger be contuned

And thinket[=h] this wit[=h] in a litil whyle
Hit shal aswage and ouer passen sone
For men by laysir passen many a myle
And ofte after a droppyng mone
The weder cleret[=h], and whan [the] storme is done
The sonne shynet[=h] in his spyer bright
And Ioye waket[=h] whan woo is putto flight

Remembre eke how neuer yet no wight
Ne cam to worship wit[=h] out som debate
And folke reioyse also more of light
That they wit[=h] derknes were waped & mate
No ma[=n]s cha[=n]ce is allewey fortunate