He complaineth to his Heart that having once recovered his Freedom he had again become thrall to Love

AH! my heart, what aileth thee?

To set so light my liberty!

Making me bond when I was free:

Ah! my heart, what aileth thee?

When thou were rid from all distress,

Void of all pain and pensiveness,

To choose again a new mistress;

Ah! my heart, what aileth thee?

When thou were well thou could not hold:

To turn again, that were too bold;

Thus to renew my sorrows old,

Ah! my heart, what aileth thee?

Thou know’st full well that but of late,

I was turned out of Love’s gate:

And now to guide me to this mate!

Ah! my heart, what aileth thee?

I hop’d full well all had been done;

But now my hope is ta’en and won;

To my torment to yield so soon,

Ah! my heart, what aileth thee?