but tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever,

queen shall she be in my bosom for ever:

queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.

chloris, i'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,

and thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest!

and thou'rt the angel that never can alter,

sooner the sun in his motion would falter:

sooner the sun in his motion would falter.