I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place stay the same But will not then depart from unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept pride When lovers from their demands ne'er hide.
II My eyes are darker than the moon Or are they brighter? I cannot His tender voice other's out of tune And shows me how I cannot abide His movements are of more than feline His hands are soft and as ivory And I've rarely seen a stranger face More perfect looks I should 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 what resource do I derive this strength? I've lost none but a thing I had To keep it would I go to any But distance is not measured in a So I could weep and say that been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I swore that I 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? thou not see A plainly perfect If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, thou not me Instead preferring someone far From all you to most admire? I would you as a lunatic if proved Thus mad you my ward for your own good And yet I'm making light of my own Because I finally love, yet in vain.