Thus this that is my good and chief delight Enforceth me, forlorn, Sigh sore and live in dole and misery. If I knew fealty such In him my lord as I know merit there, I were not jealous, I; But here is seen so much Lovers to tempt, how true they be soe’er, I hold all false; whereby I’m all disconsolate and fain would die, Of each with doubting torn Who eyes him, lest she bear him off from me. Be, then, each lady prayed By God that she in this be not intent ’Gainst me to do amiss; For sure, if any maid Should or with words or becks or blandishment My detriment in this Seek or procure and if I know’t, ywis, Be all my charms forsworn But I will make her rue it bitterly. Scattered throughout the Decameron, there are other erotic songs too. At the end of the first day: Emilia amorously warbled the following song: I burn for mine own charms with such a fire, Methinketh that I ne’er Of other love shall reck or have desire Whene’er I mirror me, I see therein That good which still contenteth heart and spright; Nor fortune new nor thought of old can win To dispossess me of such dear delight. What other object, then, could fill my sight, Enough of pleasance e’er To kindle in my breast a new desire? This good flees not, what time soe’er I’m fain Afresh to view it for my solacement; Nay, at my pleasure, ever and again With such a grace it doth itself present Speech cannot tell it nor its full intent Be known of mortal e’er, Except indeed he burn with like desire. And I, grown more enamoured every hour, The straitlier fixed mine eyes upon it be, Give all myself and yield me to its power, E’en tasting now of that it promised me, And greater joyance yet I hope to see, Of such a strain as ne’er Was proven here below of love-desire. At the end of the second day, the ditty following was sung by Pampinea: What lady aye should sing, and if not I, Who’m blest with all for which a maid can sigh. Come then, O love, thou source of all my weal, All hope and every issue glad and bright Sing ye awhile yfere Of sighs nor bitter pains I erst did feel, That now but sweeten to me thy delight, Nay, but of that fire clear, Wherein I, burning, live in joy and cheer, And as my God, thy name do magnify.