I How shall I fly when feathers be not Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if thou wilt not thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But will not depart from heights unkiss'd For may be struck and kept with pride When lovers their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker the moon Or are they brighter? I cannot His tender voice other's out of tune And shows me how I cannot them His movements are of more than grace His are soft and pale as ivory And though I've rarely seen a stranger More perfect looks I should to see For may be pleasanter in part But all my love remains a of art.
III How is it I smile when I am sad? From resource do I derive this strength? lost none but a thing I never had To keep it I go to any length But is not measured in a heart So I could weep and say that I've been And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I that I belonged Alas, I blame as though he were I loved him but, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost thou not love? thou not see A plainly perfect match? If art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st not me Instead someone far removed From all you to most admire? I would Commit you as a lunatic if Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I finally love, yet in vain.