1. O Lord, grant the lovers in their patience
The utmost delights of paradise unending,

2. And let them taste the coolness of joy, for long
Have they borne the heat of love so tormenting,

3. That cowards may see in the ardors of passion
The heights of glory they cannot attain,

4. So the least fool who bears love's sweet obsession
Makes sport of the wisest who feel no such pain.