I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So to me, like sun to moon, descend? Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But will not then depart heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept with When lovers from their demands ne'er hide.
II My eyes are darker than the moon Or are they brighter? I decide His tender voice makes other's out of And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of more than grace His hands are soft and as ivory And I've rarely seen a stranger face perfect looks I should abhor to see For others may be in part But all my remains a work of art.
III How is it I smile when I am sad? From what do I derive this strength? I've lost but a thing I never had To keep it would I go to any But is not measured in a heart So I could and say that I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I swore that I Alas, I blame as he were untrue I him but, poor fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost not love? Dost thou not see A plainly match? If thou art bright, Then why, thou dost love, love'st thou 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 ward for own good And yet I'm light of my own pain I finally love, yet love in vain.