Faction that ever dwells
In court where wit excels
Hath set defiance;
Fortune and love hath sworn
That they were never born
Of one alliance

Fortune swears, weakest hearts
The book of Cupid's arts
Turn with her wheel;
Senses themselves shall prove
Venture her place in love
Ask them that feel

This discord it begot
Atheist that honour not
Nature thought good
Fortune should ever dwell
In court where wits excel
Love keep the wood

So to the wood went I
With love to live and die
Fortune forlorn
Experience of my youth
Made me think humble truth
In desert born
My saint is dear to me
And Joan herself is she
Joan fair and true;
Joan that does ever move
Passions of love with love
Fortune adieu