O, spark which takes and breaks such tender hearts.
That burn abated I ,who fell to you.
Articulation is her deadly art
Used for malice on me: spells to subdue.

Not one speed nor sound could I break away,
Through her charm I am in dire pain.
O, I try and try to sail from her quay:
Her lips that bewitch mine in red doth stain.

Black as ruin her hair does contend.
I exorcise her heart to free me alone,
She is tough in my plan to apprehend.
One last spell drags me to my grey gravestone.

I have lost by god, from a passion witch,
Her love is a spell that I cannot ditch!