“My fearful hope from me is fled”

MY fearful hope from me is fled,

Which of long time hath been my guide.

Now faithful trust is in his stead,

And bids me set all fear aside.

O’ truth it is, I not deny,

All Lovers may not live in ease.

Yet some by hap doth hit truly;

So like may I, if that she please.

Why! so it is a gift, ye wot,

By nature one to love another.

And since that love doth fall by lot;

Then why not I, as well as other.

It may so be the cause is why,

She knoweth no part to my poor mind:

But yet as one assuredly

I speak nothing but as I find.

If Nature will, it shall so be:

No reason ruleth Fantasy.

Yet in this ease, as seemeth me,

I take all thing indifferently.

Yet uncertain I will rejoice,

And think to have, though yet thou hast.

I put my chance unto her choice

With patience, for power is past.

No! no! I know the like is fair

Without disdain or cruelty:

And so to end from all despair;

Until I find the contrary.