Yet blame him not whom his woes waylay ✿ Who distraught shall say in his agony,
Ah me, for Love and his case, ah me:
My heart is burnt by the fires I dree!
Excuse such lovers in flight abhorr’d ✿ Nor to Love’s distresses thine aid afford:
Lest thy self be bound by same binding cord ✿ And drink of Love’s bitterest injury.
Ah me, for Love and his case, ah me:
My heart is burnt by the fires I dree!
In His service I wont as the days went by ✿ With freest heart through the nights to lie;
Nor tasted wake, nor of Love aught reckt ✿ Ere my heart to subjection summoned he:
Ah me, for Love and his case, ah me: