1. O fair of face, why do you
Treat me unkind, though I'm kind to you

2. He who gives his soul freely
In love is no miser, it's true

3. My body and spirit alike
I've given to you as your due

4. Though love be an illness, yet
For one sick, it is a cure

5. How many nights have I spent
Pining, till dawn breaks anew

6. Complaining of love's sharp pangs
To one who won't give me my due

7. If his wounding glances but grazed me
I'd tend to love's wounds, it is true

8. I've tears of blood from these eyes
Once bright, now dimmed by heartache

9. If I change one torment for another
Exchanging bad for worse will ensue

10. If I obey love's command
I'll betray good counsel's call too