I How shall I fly feathers be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded safe to thine So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if thou not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But not then depart from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When lovers from their just ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than 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 more than feline His hands are and pale 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 love remains a of art.
III How is it that I smile I am sad? From what resource do I this strength? I've lost none but a I never had To it would I go to any length But is not measured in a heart So I could weep and say that I've 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, why dost thou not love? Dost thou not see A plainly perfect match? If art bright, Then why, thou dost love, love'st thou not me preferring someone far removed From all you claim to most admire? I Commit you as a lunatic if Thus mad you were my ward for your own And yet I'm making light of my own I finally love, yet love in vain.