1. Last night in your embrace was bliss sublime,
Though to the sick at heart it was but crime.

2. Your eyelids' sway is tyranny, I know,
Yet in their rule all equity they show.

3. The wine you poured us from your lips' pure fount
Was sweet, yet sweeter what your toothpick drowned.

4. We found your breath as from a censer's store;
Your mouth contained all sweets and nothing more.

5. That supple waist has routed all deceit -
Strange power your empty sleeve could thus defeat!

6. The tinkle of your bracelet's music dear
Could shame the thunder if it sang out clear.

7. And I, who have surrendered all my heart,
Forgot a lifetime in your charms' sweet art.