I How shall I fly when feathers be not Though all my wishes skyward do How tie my wounded safe to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou wilt not bend thy starry Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned mist I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But will not then depart from unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept with When lovers from their just demands hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker than the Or are brighter? I cannot decide His tender voice makes other's out of And shows me how I cannot abide 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 others may be in part But all my love a work of art.
III How is it I smile when I am sad? From what resource do I derive strength? I've 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 and say that I've 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 Dost thou not see A perfect match? If thou art bright, Then why, thou dost love, love'st thou not me Instead someone far removed From all you claim to most I would Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my ward for your own And yet I'm making of my own pain I finally love, yet love in vain.