When put forth her pen in letters gold that breathe An affection sweet to mine eyes, It steeps my heart in memories deepest cell. For her lips fair birth in bliss, Her sovereign eyes discourse,
It was a blessed eve, Where heaven has never seen such celestial climes so divine. And the nightingale from on a lofty bough Dispersed that tender note upon the shadows hear.
My Lady, I have seen sweet sorrow encounter your sad eyes, Labouring tears and tardy sighs renewed, And pain unmoved scathed my breast. Love proved fatal, long the auditory of my woes,