My freedom lorn, my life he left to moan.
Love they him called that gave me check-mate,
But better might they have behote him Hate.
"Then gan my lovely spring bid me farewell,
And summer season sped him to display
(For Love then in the Lion's house did dwell,)
The raging fire that kindled at his ray.
A comet stirr'd up that unkindly heat,
That reigned (as men said) in Venus' seat.
"Forth was I led, not as I wont afore,