His love brought Wit, and Wit engendered Spirit;
True Love and Wit thus learned him to indite.
"As the mild lamb runs forth from shepherd's fold,
By ravenous wolves is caught and made a prey:
So is my Sense, by which Love taketh hold,
Tormented more than any tongue can say.
The difference is, they tortured so, do die!
I feed the torment breeds my misery.
"Consumed by her I live, such is her glory!