When I do hear thy name,
alas, my heart doth rise,
And seeks forthwith to see the salve
that most contents mine eyes.
But when I see thy face,
that hath procured my pain,
Then boils my blood in every part
and beats in every vein.
Thy voice when I do hear,
then colour comes and goes;
Sometime as pale as earth I look,
sometime as red as rose.
If thy sweet face do smile,
then who so well as I?
If thou but cast a scornful look,
then out alas! I die.
But still I live in pain,
my fortune willeth so
That I should burn, and thou yet know
no whit of all my woe.