Thou dost feel great love for thee

O how dear fortuna mocks me

Thy sweet prince is not mine

Tis with ache I'm not his entwined

Methinks at night of his caresses

Ohow precious, his sweet kisses

Forsee I through delphinius eye

The future holds only sad goodbyes

but thou doth want an everlasting time

O dost thee hath feelings akin to mine

Tis my heart I hath bared for him to take

O foolish is love for I know it shall break

Lust watched dost not lead to sorrow

and twas lust alone I was to hath

Curse the menacing cupids arrow