Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee To set so light by liberty, Making me bond when I was free? Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee? When thou were rid from all distress, Void of all pain and pensiveness, To choose again a new mistress, Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee? When thou were well, thou could not hold; To turn again, that were too bold. Thus to renew my sorrows old, Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee? Thou knowest full well that but of late I was turned out of Loves gate, And now to guide me to this mate! Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee? I hoped full well all had been done, But now my hope is ta'en and won, To my torment to yield so soon, Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee? |