I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my heartstrings safe to thine So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if thou wilt not bend thy starry Wishing to keep thy brow with mist I'll so that thy place shall stay the same But will not then depart from unkiss'd For may be struck and kept with pride When lovers from their just ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are they brighter? I cannot His tender voice makes other's out of And shows me how I cannot abide His are of more than feline grace His hands are and pale as ivory And though I've rarely seen a stranger perfect looks I should abhor to see For others may be in part But all my love a work of art.
III How is it that I smile when I am From what resource do I derive strength? I've lost but a thing I never had To it would I go to any length But is not measured in a heart So I could weep and say that I've 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, why dost thou not love? Dost thou not see A plainly perfect If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st not me preferring someone far removed From all you to most admire? I would Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm light of my own pain Because I finally love, yet in vain.