Chapter XXII

O fairest fair, to thee I make my plaint,
(_my plaint_)
To thee from whom my cause of grief doth spring;
(_doth spring_)
Attentive be unto the groans, sweet saint,
(_sweet saint_)
Which unto thee in doleful tunes I sing.
(_I sing_)
My mournful muse doth always speak of thee;
(_of thee_)
My love is pure, O do it not disdain!
(_disdain_)
With bitter sorrow still oppress not me,
(_not me_)
But mildly look upon me which complain.
(_which complain_)
Kill not my true-affecting thoughts, but give
(_but give_)
Such precious balm of comfort to my heart,
(_my heart_)
That casting off despair in hope to live,
(_hope to live_)
I may find help at length to ease my smart.
(_to ease my smart_)
So shall you add such courage to my love,
(_my love_)
That fortune false my faith shall not remove.
(_shall not remove_)