Lyrics: Edward de Vere (1550-1604), 17th Earl of Oxford
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.
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.
This discord it beget Atheist that honour not Nature thought good, Fortune should ever dwell In court where wits excell Love keepe the wood.
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.
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.