I FIND no peace, and all my war is done; 
I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice; 
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise; 
And nought I have, and all the world I seize on; 
That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison 
And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape nowise; 
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device, [by my own choice] 
And yet of death it giveth none occasion. 
Withouten eyen, I see; and without tongue I plain; [lament] 
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health; 
I love another, and thus I hate myself; 
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain; 
Likewise displeaseth me both death and life; 
And my delight is causer of this strife.