My vitals suffer pangs o' fiery love；* Flames of desire in heart burn high and hot；For sake of fairest girl who sought our land * Whose charms th'horizon's full moon evens not.
She fared and left me victimed by her love * And slain by shaft those lids death-dealing shot.'
Then another monk recited the following couplets；'O ye who with my vitals fled，have ruth * On this unhappy： haste ye homeward-bound：
They fared，and fared fair Peace on farthest track * Yet lingers in mine ear that sweetest sound：
Fared far，and far their fane；would Heaven I saw Their shade in vision float my couch around：
And when they went wi' them they bore my heart * And in my tear-floods all of me left drowned.'
A third monk followed with these extempore lines；'Throne you on highmost stead，heart，ears and sight * Your wone's my heart；mine all's your dwelling-site：