The moon hath ate my love for thee,

And keeps it from thy sun.

My heart hath been twice wiped clean

Before the days begun.

Cupid dreams with eyes sewn closed

But such gilded dreams he hath dream.

My devotion with such limit,

Do joyous times hence from stream.

In darkness I will be to comfort thee

As sure as my shattered soul.

And in the morn I shall venture out,

To pay pleasures toll.