That the Pain he endured should not make him cease from loving

THE JOY so short, alas! the pain so near,

The way so long, the departure so smart;

The first sight, alas! I bought too dear,

That so suddenly now from hence must part.

The body gone yet remain shall the heart

With her, the which for me salt tears doth rain;

And shall not change till that we meet again.

The time doth pass, yet shall not my love;

Though I be far, always my heart is near.

Though other change yet will not I remove;

Though other care not, yet love I will and fear;

Though other hate, yet will I love my dear;

Though other will of lightness say ‘Adieu,’

Yet will I be found steadfast and true.

When other laugh, alas! then do I weep;

When other sing, then do I wail and cry;

When other run, perforced I am to creep;

When other dance, in sorrow I do lie;

When other joy, for pain well near I die;

Thus brought from wealth, alas! to endless pain,

That undeserved, causeless to remain.