text: 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 season.
  That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
  And holdeth me notyet can I scape no wise
  Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
  And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
  Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
  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 life and death,
  And my delight is causer of this strife.