Lady, if I through grief

Lady, if I through grief and your disdaining
Judged be to live in hell eternally remaining
Of those my burning flames, well shall I rest contented
O but you I wail, who there must be tormented
For when I shall behold you, alone your eyes will so delight me
That no great pain can once affright me
But this, alas, O would have killed me, do not doubt you
There to have been alone without you