When cruel time enforced me
Subscribe to a dividing,
A Heart all Faith and Loyalty
I left you freshly bleeding.

You in requital gave a stone,
Not easie to be broken;
An Embleme sure that of your own
Hearts hardnesse was a token.

O Fate, what Justice is in this,
That I a heart must tender:
And you so cold in courtesies,
As but a stone to render.

Either your stone turn to a heart,
That love may find requiting:
Or else my heart to stone convert,
That may not feel your slighting.