When I was forst from Stella euer deere,
Stella, food of my thoughts, hart of my hart;
Stella, whose eyes make all my tempests cleere,
By Stellas lawes of duetie to depart;
Alas, I found that she with me did smart;
I saw that teares did in her eyes appeare;
I sawe that sighes her sweetest lips did part,
And her sad words my sadded sense did heare.
For me, I wept to see pearles scatter’d so;
I sigh’d her sighes, and wailed for her wo;
Yet swam in ioy, such loue in her was seene.
Thus, while th’ effect most bitter was to me,
And nothing then the cause more sweet could be,
I had bene vext, if vext I had not beene.