1. Faction that ever dwells
In court where wits excells
hath set defiance
Fortune and love hath sworne
That they were never borne
of one aliance.

2. Fortune sweares weakest harts
The booke of Cupids arts
Turne with hir wheele
Sences themselves shall prove
Venture hir place in love
Aske them that feele.

3. This discord it beget
Atheist that honour not
Nature thought good
Fortune should ever dwell
In court where wits excell
Love keepe the wood.

4. So to the wood went I
With love to live and die
Fortune forlorne
Experience of my youth
Made mee thinke humble truth
In desert borne.

5. My faint is deere to mee
And Jone hirselfe is shee
Jone faier and true
Jone that does ever move
Passions of love with love
Fortune adiew.