Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
The nightingale is sovereign of song.
Greatest god below the sky.
All flesh doth frailty breed!
Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!