but tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever,

queen shall she be in bosofor ever:

queen shall she be in bosofor ever.

chloris, i'thine wi' a passion sincerest,

and thou hast plighted love o' the dearest!

and thou'rt the angel that never can alter,

sooner the sun in his tion would falter:

sooner the sun in his tion would falter.