| | Love that doth reign and live within my thought |
| | And built his seat within my captive breast |
| | Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought |
| | Oft in my face he doth his banner rest |
5 | | But she that taught me love and suffer pain |
| | My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire |
| | With shamefast look to shadow and refrain |
| | Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire |
| | And coward Love then to the heart apace |
10 | | Taketh his flight where he doth lurk and plain |
| | His purpose lost and dare not show his face |
| | For my lords guilt thus faultless bide I pain |
| | Yet from my lord shall not my foot remove |
| | Sweet is the death that taketh end by love |