Fair Is My Love
Sweet rose fair flower I weep for
Thee.For a flower that dies when first it
Gins to bud is a sad and solemn thing.
All thy love thou didest give to one
That let it die within an hour. Know
Not he how delicate the flower.
Between each, kiss her true love
Swearing. However, hear them not did he.
She burned with love as straw with
Now lost his greatest passion is...
Fire flameth. Yet, cherish it not would he
His vow was breath and breath a vapor is