Now take your fill of love and glee,
⁠And after balls and banquets hie;
In the end ye'll get no good for fee,
⁠But just heads broken by and by;
⁠Light loves make beasts of men that sigh;
They changed the faith of Solomon,
⁠And left not Samson lights to spy;
Good luck has he that deals with none!

Sweet Orpheus, lord of minstrelsy,
⁠For this with flute and pipe came nigh
The danger of the dog's heads three
⁠That ravening at hell's door doth lie;