The lovely maid, she pierces now the wall;

Heart-pierced by her young Pyramus doth lie;

And Love spreads wing from Cyprus isle to fly,

A chink to view so wondrous great and small.

There silence speaketh, for no voice at all

Can pass so strait a strait; but love will ply

Where to all other power ’twere vain to try;

For love will find a way whate’er befall.