The golden tresses of a ladie faire
At first beginning were of this my love:
But now at last unto my dubble care,
To be the end of my sad life I prove.
Then did my doubtfull spirit live in hope,
But now he feares, despairing as it were,
Because he doth perceive in sudden broke
His hope, which dying hart did helpe and beare:
Since that the Haire, that Alpha me did binde
In love, of life Omega I doo finde.