[XX. The second part. There carelesse thoughts are freed of that flame]
There carelesse thoughts are freed of that flame
There carelesse thoughts are freed of that flame,
wherwith her thrales are scorched to the hart, to the hart,
if loue would so, would God, th'enchauntyng dart, might once returne
& burne, from whence it came, from whence it
came, not to deface, of beautyes worke the frame, but
by rebownd, it might be found, what secret smart I
suffer by the same. by the same, what secret smart I suffer by the same, I suffer by the same.