I How shall I fly when feathers be not Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded safe to thine So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if thou wilt not bend thy starry to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place shall the same But will not then from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept pride lovers from their just demands 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 them His movements are of more than grace His are soft and pale as ivory And though rarely seen a stranger face More looks I should abhor to see For may be pleasanter in part But all my remains a work of art.
III How is it that I smile when I am From resource do I derive this strength? lost none but a thing I never had To it would I go to any length But distance is not measured in a So I could weep and say that I've been And yet, as ever, be so far From him to I swore that I belonged Alas, I as though he were untrue I loved him but, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost thou not love? Dost not see A plainly match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou love, love'st thou not me Instead preferring someone far From all you claim to most admire? I Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm making light of my own Because I finally love, yet in vain.