When I of solitude's measure drink

And of your precious person think,

I wish my lonely loving cup

Was with your own sweet self filled up.

 

But hearts' desires with passion sought

Are always better won than bought

So I consent to be content

With consolations I am sent.

 

I live this life with you in mind

And from your treasured image find

Sweet solace for an empty heart

So cruelly cast to play this part.

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