Mariana

Not for me marring or making,

Not for me giving or taking;

I love my Love and he loves not me,

I love my Love and my heart is breaking.

Sweet is Spring in its lovely showing,

Sweet the violet veiled in blowing,

Sweet it is to love and be loved;

Ah, sweet knowledge beyond my knowing!

Who sighs for love sighs but for pleasure,

Who wastes for love hoards up a treasure;

Sweet to be loved and take no count,

Sweet it is to love without measure.

Sweet my Love whom I loved to try for,

Sweet my Love whom I love and sigh for,

Will you once love me and sigh for me,

You my Love whom I love and die for?