I never saw you, madam, lay apart
Your cornet black, in cold nor yet in heat,
Sith first you knew of my desire so great
which other fancies chased clean from my heart.
Whiles to myself I did the thought reserve
That so unaware did wounde my woeful breast
Pity I saw within your heart did rest;
But since ye knew I did you love and serve
Your golden trees was clad alway in black,
Your smiling looks were hid thus evermore,
All that withdrawn that I did crave so sore.
So doth this cornet govern me alack,
In summer sun, in winter breath of frost;
Of your faire eyes whereby the light is lost.