Lady, if I through grief

Lady, if I through grief and your disdaining,

Judged be to live in hell eternally remaining,

Of those my burning flames, well shall I rest contented,

O but you I wail, who there must be tormented.

For when I shall behold you, alone your eyes will so delight me,

That no great pain can once affright me.

But this, alas, O would have killed me, do not doubt you,

There to have been alone without you.