Lend your ears to my sorrow
Good people that have any pity:
For no eyes will I borrow
Mine own shall grace, my doleful ditty
Chant then my voice though rude like to my rhyming,
And tell forth my grief which here in sad dispair
Can find no ease of tormenting.
Once I lived, once I knew delight,
No grief did shadow then my pleasure
Graced with love, cheered with Beauty's sight,
I joyed alone true heavenly treasure,
O what a Heaven is love firmly embraced,
Such power alone can fix delight
In Fortune's bosom ever placed.
Cold as ice frozen is that heart,
Where thought of love could no time enter,
Such of life reap the poorest part
Whose weight cleaves to this earthly center,
Mutual joys in hearts truly united
Do earth to heavenly state convert
Like heaven still in itself de lighted.
