The fansy, which that I haue serued long, <br />That hath alway bene enmy to myne ease, <br />Semed of late to rue vpon my wrong, <br />And bad me flye the cause of my misease. <br />And I forthwith dyd prease out of the throng, <br />That thought by flight my painfull hart to please <br />Som other way: tyll I saw faith more strong: <br />And to my self I sayd: alas, those dayes <br />In vayn were spent, to runne the race so long. <br />And with that thought, I met my guyde, that playn <br />Out of the way wherin I wandred wrong, <br />Brought me amiddes the hylles, in base Bullayn: <br />Where I am now, as restlesse to remayn, <br />Against my will, full pleased with my payn.<br /><br />Henry Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fansy-which-that-i-haue-serued-long/
