He rejoiceth the obtaining the Favour of the Mistress of his Heart

AFTER great storms the calm returns,

And pleasanter it is thereby;

Fortune likewise that often turns,

Hath made me now the most happy.

The Heaven that pitied my distress,

My just desire, and my cry;

Hath made my languor to cease,

And me also the most happy.

Whereto dispaired ye, my friends?

My trust alway in her did lie

That knoweth what my thought intends;

Whereby I live the most happy.

Lo! what can take hope from that heart,

That is assured steadfastly;

Hope therefore ye that live in smart,

Whereby I am the most happy.

And I that have felt of your pain

Shall pray to God continually,

To make your hope, your health retain,

And me also the most happy.