Love denied, never again to be won,
Is cause of ill across all earthly land.
Those who by it do pain list Fortune’s sand
To run its course and then have life be done.
So too crave I, that my love by me gone
May meet me hence and together so stand,
Though know I well her doom was from my hand.
Instead of peace to find, know I passion
That weighs me down like stone upon my back.
I join on four limbs the creatures sauvage
Who have no wit to guide, all faith too lack,
And so possess a natural bondage.
Clasp me to earth that can no Heaven gain,
So that in death my soul below remain.
Orphos begins to despair more fully, since he is separated for good from Euredissa. Here he declaratively cuts himself off from Heaven and hope of salvation.
3. “Fortune’s sand”: The sand of the hourglass, which notes the time remaining of one’s life.
8. “Instead of peace … passion”: As noted in the previous poem, the passion (infected will) overcame Orphos’ reason and wit to look upon Euredissa before he should have, and he realizes that all too clearly.
10. sauvage: savage, untamed, wild, of the wilderness or woodland.