In the sweet oblivion of sleep
My beloved phillis is awakened by her thoughts
And in the quietness of her sleep, cupid never caesars
In his varied ways, to trouble the peace of her sleep
Since the sleep to her showed
The image of her beloved in the quietness not able to pretend to be embraced by its chais
Thus faithful she lives for the heart that she-adores, and in the shadow she breathes
The light that which only for him sighs
Deceit has its charms if the thoughts moved by love
Deem as true that which they do not know
But if then they awaken from a such error
The thoughts repeat to us; deceit has its sorrow