Deserted by his Mistress, he renounceth all Joy for ever

HEART oppress’d with desperate thought,

Is forced ever to lament;

Which now in me so far hath wrought,

That needs to it I must consent:

Wherefore all joy I do refuse,

And cruel will thereof accuse.

If cruel will had not been guide,

Despair in me had [found] no place;

For my true meaning she well espied;

Yet for all that would give no grace;

Wherefore all joy I do refuse,

And cruel will thereof accuse.

She might well see, and yet would not:

And may daily, if that she will;

How painful is my hapless lot;

Joined with despair me for to spill;

Wherefore all joy I do refuse,

And cruel will thereof accuse.