When Ragyng Loue With Extreme Payne

When ragyng loue with extreme payne 
Most cruelly distrains my hart: 
When that my teares, as floudes of rayne, 
Beare witnes of my wofull smart: 
When sighes haue wasted so my breath, 
That I lye at the poynte of death: 
 
I call to minde the nauye greate, 
That the Grekes brought to Troye towne: 
And how the boysteous windes did beate 
Their shyps, and rente their sayles adowne, 
Till Agamemnons daughters bloode 
Appeasde the goddes, that them withstode. 
 
And how that in those ten yeres warre, 
Full many a bloudye dede was done, 
And many a lord, that came full farre, 
There caught his bane (alas) to sone: 
And many a good knight ouerronne, 
Before the Grekes had Helene wonne. 
 
Then thinke I thus: sithe suche repayre, 
So longe time warre of valiant men, 
Was all to winne a ladye fayre: 
Shall I not learne to suffer then, 
And thinke my life well spent to be, 
Seruyng a worthier wight than she? 
 
Therfore I neuer will repent, 
But paynes contented stil endure. 
For like as when, rough winter spent, 
The pleasant spring straight draweth in vre: 
So after ragyng stormes of care 
Joyful at length may be my fare.