Alack, my life forlorn!
Will’t ever chance I may once more regain
Th’estate whence sorry fortune hath me torn?
Certes, I know not, such a wish of fire
I carry in my thought
To find me where, alas! I was whilere.
O dear my treasure, thou my sole desire,
That holdst my heart distraught,
Tell it me, thou; for whom I know nor dare
To ask it otherwhere.