Lady, those eyes

Lady, those eyes of yours,

Lady, those fair eyes,

Lady mine, those eyes that shine so clearly:

Why do you hide from me,

That bought their beams so dearly?

Think not, when thou exil'st me,

Less heat in me sojourneth,

O no, no, O no, no,

Then thou beguil'st thee.

Love doth but shine in thee,

But O, in me he burneth.