Here you will find the Poem Go, Piteous Heart of poet John Skelton
GO, pytyous hart, rasyd with dedly wo, Persyd with payn, bleding with wondes smart, Bewayle thy fortune, with vaynys wan and blo. O Fortune vnfrendly, Fortune vnkynde thow art, To be so cruell and so ouerthwart, To suffer me so carefull to endure, That wher I loue best I dare not dyscure ! One there is, and euer one shalbe, For whose sake my hart is sore dyseasyd ; For whose loue, welcom dysease to me ! I am content so all partys be pleasyd : Yet, and God wold, I wold my payne were easyd ! But Fortune enforsyth me so carefully to endure, That where I loue best I dare not dyscure.
