tant mind teep, noately o look so loful caves noless visions give; In dales I see eac: Like late-moe cut from joy I live; Alas, s brooks do in my tears augment: Rocks,  eacs to leave, Or till, my ts mig in vain contend: t I t ts  to t I wisely swim, or gladly sink.

    If eit, Or, cruel still, time did your beauties stain: If from my soul t, Or for my love some love I migain; t I o find.

    But since my ts in till are spent. itrife, by senses overtill, and still more cruel bent, I loving still a love t lovetrive, I kiss and curse t, reason, sense, time, You, and I, maintain.