Oh, how can you distress me
so much, and call me flighty?
I know that Love confesses me constant
rather than you, beautiful as you are!

Just as the perfection of your person
is not to be compared with any other,
so the constancy of my love
cannot give way before anyone’s love and fidelity.

When I promised you to be true
I made no reservations,
and so it would be a great injustice
if your faith in me were to cool.

My heart, spirit, and mind are in you;
I live to love you;
oh, if I am not yours any longer,
then tell me to whom you have given me!

Georg Rudolf Weckherlin