I How shall I fly feathers be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded safe to thine So to me, like sun to moon, descend? Or if thou not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so thy place shall stay the same But will not then depart from heights For bargains may be struck and with pride When lovers from just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are they I cannot decide 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 others may be pleasanter in But all my remains a work of art.
III How is it that I smile I am sad? From what resource do I this 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 I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far him to whom I swore that I belonged Alas, I blame as though he untrue I him but, poor fool, he never 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 love, love'st thou not me Instead preferring far removed From all you claim to admire? I would Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my ward for own good And yet I'm making light of my own Because I finally love, yet in vain.