Ah, blessed Jesu, how fortuned this? My mood is changed in every wise, Nature of acquaintance is turned to a guest, So shortly am I bidden to a grievous fest, Whereas I am in ybid with all bodily rest; Thus troubled am I, yet I trust it shall be for the best: Sicut domino placuit, ita factum est. Where art thou, Nature, that wont were me to store To lusty pleasure? Now lying in the floor, My taste disordered, all reason far passing, My face disfigured, mine eyes full dazzling, Thou, Nature, hast left me; by thee find I no rest.
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