1. Blame me not that I rejoiced at a plaint
Whose heat made my heart all but melt away

2. Forgo from me the garb of dignity with a cup
That awakens delight- the generous is blithe

3. Tearing our pockets is no right upon us
What trespass pockets have committed on us

4. Naught but hearts smote us with yearning
In truth the right is for hearts to rend apart