Woeful heart with grief oppressed
Since my fortunes most distressed
From my Joys hath me removed
Follow those sweet eyes adored
Those sweet eyes wherein are stored
All my pleasures best beloved

Fly my breast, leave me forsaken
Wherein Grief his seat hath taken
All his arrows through me darting
Thou mayest live by her Sun shining
I shall suffer no more pining
By thy loss, than by her parting