1. This heart of mine from passion is now free
And long has it, like floods, impetuous been

2. None has it wretchedly betrayed as she
From whom to keep faith it did seek and glean

3. Said she, “Wouldst leave me?” Said I, “Yea, we see
The knot ‘twixt flowers and thorns is snapped in twain”

4. So on your brow’s a brand, and on your lips
The breath of him whom you did so disdain