Whoe’er hath hatred in their soul burning,
And loathe thine own as fire endlessly grows
Where life lost within tis darkness churning;
For sweet love discovered doth bare thy woes.
When thine will walks along a higher path,
And rises vouchsafe for true love unknown,
Such judgment renewed denies all thy wrath,
Where human kindness tis ne’er overblown.
The heart filled to the brim addeth new still,
And gathers joy and affection e’er more,
For being in love takes less time to fill,
Until beauty doth breathe within thine core.
As lovers of splendor knock at thy door,
Let those that beseech thee all beg for more.