Thomas Wyatt - "Ever mine hap is slack and slow in coming" lyrics

Ever mine hap is slack and slow in coming, Desire increasing, mine hope uncertain, That leave it or wait it doth me like pain And tiger-like swift it is in parting. Alas, the snow shall be black and scalding, The sea waterless, fish in the mountain, The Thames shall return back into his fountain, And where he rose the sun shall take lodging Ere that I in this find peace or quietness In that Love or my lady rightwisely Leave to conspire again me wrongfully. And if that I have after such bitterness Anything sweet, my mouth is out of taste, That all my trust and travail is but waste.