The Fansy Which That I Haue Serued Long

The fansy, which that I haue serued long,  That hath alway bene enmy to myne ease,  Semed of late to rue vpon my wrong,  And bad me flye the cause of my misease.  And I forthwith dyd prease out of the throng,  That thought by flight my painfull hart to please  Som other way: tyll I saw faith more strong:  And to my self I sayd: alas, those dayes  In vayn were spent, to runne the race so long.  And with that thought,

I met my guyde, that playn  Out of the way wherin I wandred wrong,  Brought me amiddes the hylles, in base Bullayn:  Where I am now, as restlesse to remayn,  Against my will, full pleased with my payn.