and that i was a maiden queen:
guarded by an angel mild;
witless woe, was neer beguil'd!
and i wept both night and day
and he wip'd my tears away
and i wept both day and night
and hid from him my hearts delight
so he took his wings and fled:
then the morn blush'd rosy red:
i dried my tears & armd my fears,
with ten thousand shields and spears.
soon my angel came again;
i was arm'd, he came in vain:
for the time of youth was fled
and grey hairs were on my head