No account I make of dances, or of strains that pleased thee so, keeping thee awake from midnight till the cocks began to crow; or of how I roundly swore it that there's none so fair as thou; true it is, but as I said it, by the girls I'm hated now.
Dejo el bailar por tu causa, ni las músicas te pinto que has escuchado a deshoras y al canto del gallo primo. No cuento las alabanzas que de tu belleza he dicho; que, aunque verdaderas, hacen ser yo de algunas malquisto.