That nothing may assuage his Pain save only his Lady’s Favour

IF with complaint the pain might be express’d

That inwardly doth cause me sigh and groan;

Your hard heart, and your cruel breast

Should sigh and plain for my unrest;

And though it were of stone,

Yet should remorse cause it relent and moan.

But since it is so far out of measure,

That with my words I can it not contain,

My only trust! my heart’s treasure!

Alas! why do I still endure

This restless smart and pain?

Since if ye list ye may my woe restrain.