Glory of my paramour marks song upon the Moore

A dream forth did stem the Redeemer, and donned the heightened score

Of Angels, or Devils, or Demons doth carry

The Sanctified grace of the awaited Greene Faerie

In Sugar was I spun

and in Sweetness did I fall

in Bitterness was I taken

and in Darkness I did call

Sprung forth to wane in earthly delight

doth wax the will of Tartarus might

from a string does hang my heart

and in spilled form of water and red

so hangs my Soul

and hangs it Dead