How art thou thrall’d, O poor despised creature?

How art thou thrall'd, O poor despised creature?

Sith by creation, Nature made thee free,

O traitorous eyes, to gaze so on her feature,

That quits with scorn thy dear lost liberty.

Farewell all joys, O Hell, now restless care's my pillow,

(Sweet Myrtle shades, farewell)

Now come sad Cypress and forlorn Love's willow.

She smiles, she laughs, she joys at my tormenting,

(Break then poor heart)

Tossed on Despairs' black billow, O let me die lamenting.