[XI. Who will ascend to heauen & there obtaine me]
Who will ascend to heauen & there obtaine me
Who will ascend to heauen & there obtaine me, my
witts forlorne & silly sence decayed? for since I tooke my woūd that sore
doth paine me, frō your faire eyes my sprites are all dismayed.
Nor of so great a losse I do complayne me, if it encrease not,
but in some boundes be stayed, but if I still growe worse, I shalbe
lotted, to wander through the world fond & assotted, to wāder
through the world fond & assotted, but if I still
growe worse I shalbe lotted, to wāder through the world fond & assotted,
to wāder through the world fond & assotted.