I did profess to love her more than life
There to embrace love’s fealty ‘til death,
By God’s sweet grace she would become my wife
To live in praise until my final breath.
That heart of hearts there did with love subtend
Each mortal action and each holy prayer;
My lover true and yet my dearest friend
Regaled in beauty bright beyond compare.
But drunk with youth and ever more the cad,
Perhaps a fairer bloom just o’er the hill,
Another floret plucked to make more glad,
Another nosegay on a coxcomb’s frill.
A fool of fools, I wandered far and wide
To but recross where love and honor died.
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