And fare ye well / I maye no lenger tary
Marke well my lesson / and from it do not vary
Whan she was gone / the temple all alonge
I went my selfe / with syghtes grete and feruent
Alas I sayd / with inwarde paynes stronge
My herte doth blede / now all to torne and rent
For lacke of conforte / my herte is almost spent
O meruelous fortune / which hast ĩ loue me brought
Where is my conforte / that I so longe haue sought
O wonderfull loue / whiche fell vnto my lotte