SONG: 34 by THOMAS WYATT

Since ye delight to know
That my torment and woe
Should still increase
Without release,
I shall enforce me so
That life and all shall go,
For to content your cruelness.

And so this grievous train,
That I too long sustain,
Shall sometime cease
And have redress
And you also remain
Full pleased with my pain,
For to content your cruelness.

Unless that be too light
And that ye would ye might
See the distress
And heaviness
Of one slain outright,
Therewith to please your sight,
For to content your cruelness.

Then in your cruel mood
Would God forthwith ye would
With force express
My heart oppress
To do your heart such good,
To see me bathe in blood,
For to content your cruelness.

Then could ye ask no more,
Then should ye ease my sore,
And the excess
Of mine excess;
And you should evermore
Defamed be therefore,
For to repent your cruelness.

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