Thomas Morley - I follow, lo, the footing - текст песни (слова)

I follow, lo! the footing still of my lovely cruel:
 Proud of herself, that she is beauty's jewel:
 And fast away she flieth, love's sweet delight deriding,
 In woods and groves sweet, sweet nature's treasure hiding.
 Yet cease I not pursuing; but since I thus have sought her,
 Will run me out of breath, till I have caught her.