I How shall I fly when feathers be not Though all my wishes skyward do How tie my heartstrings safe to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with I'll rise so that thy place shall the same But will not then depart heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When lovers from their just demands hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker the moon Or are they I cannot decide His tender makes other's out of tune And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of than feline grace His hands are and pale as ivory And I've rarely seen a stranger face More perfect looks I should to see For others may be pleasanter in But all my love a work of art.
III How is it that I smile when I am From what resource do I derive this I've lost but a thing I never had To it would I go to any length But distance is not in a heart So I could weep and say that been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I that I belonged Alas, I blame as though he were 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 perfect match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st 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 for your own good And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I finally love, yet in vain.