I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings safe to So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if thou not bend thy starry frame Wishing to thy brow o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy shall stay the same But will not then depart heights unkiss'd For may be struck and kept with pride lovers from their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker than the Or are they I cannot decide His tender voice other's out of tune And shows me how I cannot them His are of more than feline grace His are soft and pale as ivory And I've rarely seen a stranger face More looks I should abhor to see For may be pleasanter in part But all my love a work of art.
III How is it that I when I am sad? From what resource do I derive this I've lost none but a thing I had To keep it I go to any length But distance is not in a heart So I weep and say that I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I that I belonged Alas, I blame as though he untrue I loved him but, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost not love? Dost thou not see A plainly match? If thou art bright, Then why, when dost love, love'st thou not me Instead preferring someone far From all you claim to admire? I would Commit you as a lunatic if Thus mad you were my ward for your own And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I finally love, yet in vain.