LXXV
Now is my mind to a pass, my Lesbia, brought by thy treason,
So in devotion to thee lost is the duty self due,
Nor can I will thee well if best of women thou prove thee,
Nor can I cease to love, do thou what doings thou wilt.
No woman can say with truth that she has been loved as much as thou, Lesbia, hast been loved by me: no love-troth was ever so greatly observed as in love of thee on my part has been found.
Now is my mind so led apart, my Lesbia, by thy fault, and has so lost itself by its very worship, that
now it can not wish well to thee, wert thou to become most perfect, nor cease to love thee, do what thou wilt!
LXXVI.
Siqua recordanti benefacta priora voluptas