Classic Poem

Help (Prince) to whom, on whom not, I complene.
Bot on, not to, fals fortun ay my fo,
Wha but, not by a resone, reft me fro;
Who did, not does, yit suld my self sustene.
Of crymis not cairs, since I haif kept me clene,
I thole, not thanks thame Sir who servd me so,
Wha heght, not held to me and mony mo
To help, not hurt, bot hes not byding bene:
Sen will not wit, to o lait whilk I lament,
Of sight not service shed me from your grace.
With, not without your warrand, yit I went
In wryt, not words; the papers ar in place:
Sen chance not change, hes put me to this pane,
Let richt not reif my Pensioun bring agane.