My woeful heart
[00:04.64] My woeful herte of all gladness barryain
[00:25.63] enforced me this complaint for to make,
[00:47.39] which I have sung with weeping eyen twain.
[01:11.14] Full oft ere this, I shall undertake.
[01:32.89] -
[01:52.88] till good tidings come my sore to slake
[02:03.39] I must obey fortunes ordinance,
[02:18.64] for yet I am all drowned in the lake
[02:36.39] of sorful joy and paineful pleasance.
[02:54.39] -
[03:14.38] For she which is of all goodly the best
[03:38.66] to mine entent, and so saith mo'than I,
[04:00.13] is fall but late out of her kindly rest
[04:24.89] into great sickness which holdeth her grievously.
[04:45.88] -
[05:11.14] now I pray God, and that right heartily
[05:17.88] that she be voided out of the great grievance.
[05:33.16] For till she amend I shall have nought truly
[05:50.39] but sorful joy and paineful pleasance.
