There where I saw her lovely beauty painted,
where Venus-like my sacred Goddess shineth,
there with precellent object mine eyes fainted,
that fair but fatal star my dole divineth.

As soon as morning in her light appeareth
her sweet salute my mind o'erclouded cleareth;
when night again the day's delight bereaveth,
my heart's true sacrifice she quick receiveth.
But night and day she craftily forsakes me,
to tedious day, to loathsome night betakes me.