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.