Alone walking, In thought pleyning, <br />And sore sighing, All desolate, <br />Me remembring Of my living, <br />My deth wishing Bothe erly and late. <br /> <br />Infortunate Is so my fate <br />That, wote ye what? Out of mesure <br />My lyf I hate Thus desperate; <br />In pore estate Do I endure. <br /> <br />Of other cure Am I nat sure, <br />Thus to endure Is hard, certain; <br />Such is my ure, I yow ensure; <br />What creature May have more pain? <br /> <br />My trouth so pleyn Is take in veyn, <br />And gret disdeyn In remembraunce; <br />Yet I full feyn Wold me compleyn <br />Me to absteyn From this penaunce. <br /> <br />But in substaunce Noon allegeaunce <br />Of my grevaunce Can I nat finde; <br />Right so my chaunce With displesaunce <br />Doth me avaunce; And thus an ende. <br /> <br />Explicit<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/virelal/
