When I Was Forst From Stella Euer Deere, Stella, Food Of My Thoughts, Hart Of My Hart; Stella, Whose Eyes Make All My Tempests Cleere, By Stellas Lawes Of Duetie To Depart; Alas, I Found That She With Me Did Smart; I Saw That Teares Did In Her Eyes Appeare; I Sawe That Sighes Her Sweetest Lips Did Part, And Her Sad Words My Sadded Sense Did Heare. For Me, I Wept To See Pearles Scatter'D So; I Sigh'D Her Sighes, And Wailed For Her Wo; Yet Swam In Ioy, Such Loue In Her Was Seene. Thus, While Th' Effect Most Bitter Was To Me, And Nothing Then The Cause More Sweet Could Be, I Had Bene Vext, If Vext I Had Not Beene.