Nature gives nothing but from you lends,

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Nature gives nothing but from you lends,
Night cool breeze is my beloved’s breath:
Nature rules beauty and lavishly spends,
When be lack of it does appear in dearth
Fawns learn frisking from my Fair’s walk,
Foxes learn tricks from my Lady’s vow,
All worlds’ jargons my Fair’s tricky talk,
And you are cleverer than the wild crow.
Everything for others but for me nothing,
And nothing in my luck in the Book of Life
And I am pleasure less therefore I sing,
The praise of God who gives me no rife

Empty the Book of Life planets knit our luck,
All say on earth your fate you always muck.