'Twixt heat and cold, 'twixt death and life,
I freeze and burn, I live and die;
Which jointly work in me such strife,
I live in death, in cold I fry:
Nor hot, nor cold, nor 'live, nor dead,
Neither, and both, this life I lead.

First, burning heat sets all on fire,
Whereby I seem in flames to fry;
Then cold Despair kills hot Desire,
That drenched deep in death I lie:
Heat drives out cold, and keeps my life;
Cold quencheth heat, no end of strife.

The less I hope to have my will,
The more I feel desire increase;
And as desire increaseth still,
Despair to quench it doth not cease:
So live I, as the lamp, whose light
Oft comes, oft goes, now dim, now bright.