When I do pause, reliving love's laments;
As I am now in drenched within the guilt;
That every morn', the morning sun presents -
With open eye, I sighted all will wilt;
As glory's rays foresaw our lover's end
And even when her gaze did steal the shine;
My fears did bathe in worst my burn could lend;
To death me in a time, when she's not mine.
Yet now when years become that fearful truth;
That golden star glowed brighter than my cloud
And if by magic send my skin to youth:
Then love will cherish love as love's aloud

Regrets do taunt the saintly love of old
If only saint it were, when love weren't cold.