I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned mist I'll rise so that thy place shall the same But not then depart from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be and kept with pride When lovers from just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are than the moon Or are they brighter? I decide His tender voice makes other's out of 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 perfect looks I should abhor to see For others may be in part But all my love remains a of art.
III How is it I smile when I am sad? From what resource do I derive strength? I've lost none but a I never had To it would I go to any length But distance is not in a heart So I could weep and say I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to I swore that I belonged Alas, I as though he were untrue I him but, poor fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why thou not love? Dost thou not see A plainly perfect match? If art bright, Then why, when thou love, love'st thou not me Instead preferring far removed From all you claim to admire? I would you as a lunatic if proved Thus mad you were my ward for own good And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I love, yet love in vain.