To heart and put me from her with disdain.
Whenas I knew me banished from my stead,
Straight in my heart a dolorous plaint there grew,
That yet therein hath power,
And oft I curse the day and eke the hour
When first her lovesome visage met my view,
Graced with high goodlihead;
And more enamoured
Than eye, my soul keeps up its dying strain,
Faith, ardor, hope, blaspheming still amain.