Goo, burnyng sighes, Vnto the frosen hert.
Goo breke the Ise which pites paynfull dert
Myght never perse, and if mortall prayer
In hevyn may be herd, at lest I desire
That deth or mercy be end of my smart.
Take with the payne whereof I have my part
And eke the flame from which I cannot stert
And leve me then in rest, I you require.
Goo, burning sighes.
I must goo worke, I se, by craft and art
For trueth and faith in her is laide apart.
Alas, I cannot therefore assaill her
With pitefull plaint and scalding fyer
That oute of my brest doth straynably stert.
Goo, burning sighes.