A dearn sight

benvenuto to a breast of love

death is one to not atone

but to confound all hope of love

for the love of my eyne atone

 

to be kissed by a fair

thy words find emubution in every voice

buy thy kiss is a warmth of air

my darling thou art my last and only choice

 

if today is my last day

i shall give kisses anight

my fair don't be afraid in thy heart i'll stay

promise me thou shall love me right

 

when my heart is amort, give me a kiss

but know this i'll always be missed