I live. I die. I burn. I drown.
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard.
I have sore troubles mingled with joys.
Suddenly I laugh and at the same time cry
And in pleasure many a grief I endure
My happiness wanes and yet it lasts unchanged
All at once I dry up and grow green.
Thus I suffer love's inconstancies
And when I think the pain is most intense
Without thinking it is gone again.
Then when I feel my joys certain
And my hour of greatest delight arrived
I find my pain beginning all over once again