To pass the day, and see no sun:
Must change his note, and sing Erravi!
Or else may chance to cry Peccavi!
The longest day must have his night,
Reason triumphs in Love's despite.
I follow now Discretion's lore;
"Henceforth to like; but love no more!"
Then gently pardon what is past!
For Love draws onwards to his last.
"He walks," they say, "with wary eye;