How eas'ly wert thou chained

How eas'ly wert thou chained,
Fond heart, by favours feigned!
Why lived thy hopes in grace,
Straight to die disdained?

But since th' art now beguiled
By love that falsely smiled,
In some less happy place
Mourn alone exiled!

My love still here increaseth,
And with my love my grief,
While her sweet bounty ceaseth,
That gave my woes relief.

Yet 'tis no woman leaves me,
For such may prove unjust;
A goddess thus deceives me,
Whose faith who could mistrust?

A goddess so much graced,
That Paradise is placed
In her most heav'nly breast,
Once by love embraced:

But love, that so kind proved,
Is now from her removed,
Nor will he longer rest
Where no faith is loved.

If powers celestial wound us
And will not yield relief,
Woe then must needs confound us,
For none can cure our grief.

No wonder if I languish
Through burden of my smart:
It is no common anguish
From Paradise to part.