I find no peace , and all my war is done; I fear hope , I burn and freeze likewise; I fly above the wind , yet cannot rise; And nought I have , yet all the world I seize on; That looseth,nor locketh , holdeth me in prison, And holds me not , yet can I’scape no wise; Nor lets me live , nor die , at my devise, And yet of death it giveth none occasion, Without eyes I see , and without tongue I plain; I wish to perish , yet I ask for health; I love another , and yet I hate myself; I feed in sorrow , and laugh in all my pain; Lo , thus displeaseth me both death and life, And my delight is causer of my grief.