1. If a man does not resolve and his resolve is weak
He loses and his plight grows dire while he flees

2. But the brother of resolve whose spirit does not wander
Whose command does not relent and who sees the way forward

3. He overcomes the cruelty of fate though twists surround him
If one door shuts, another he makes open

4. So if you bear patiently my playing hard to get
Time will not fail you, though this be my way

5. I say to the pale-cheeked one, as my love fades for them
And the day of our union grows cold and remote

6. You have three choices - devotion, grace or blood
And death becomes a man more than the rest

7. Another I shy my soul away from, though indeed
Tis the bold stratagem, if I enact its lure

8. I laid bare my breast, and there slipped from probation
A glancing blow, blunt spearpoint or headlong fall

9. Then he walked out on the easy ground, the high hills beyond
Without sorrow, and death watched on as he went

10. Then I returned to reason, scarcely crediting
How often she deserted me, leaving me wan