Hard destinies are love and beauty parted,
Fair Daphne so disdainful!
Cupid, thy shafts are too unjustly darted;
Fond love, thy wounds are painful:
But sith my lovely jewel
Is prov-d so coy and cruel,
I-ll live and frolic in her beauty-s treasure,
But languish, faint, and die in her displeasure