1. O you who lies between rumpled robes
And lute held by a tuneful captive maid:

2. If you persist in doting on your love
And treating her so gently--have a care

3. For I am filled to overflowing now
With sins and their delights. We're quits, I swear!

4. What sight more ugly than a dotard lewd
Who can't restrain himself in ripe old age!