I How shall I fly when feathers be not Though all my skyward do attend? How tie my heartstrings safe to thine So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if thou wilt not bend thy frame to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with mist I'll so that thy place shall stay the same But will not then from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept with lovers from their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker than the Or are they I cannot decide His tender makes other's out of tune And shows me how I cannot them His are of more than feline grace His hands are soft and pale as And though I've rarely seen a face perfect looks I should abhor to see For others may be pleasanter in But all my love a work of art.
III How is it that I when I am sad? From what resource do I this strength? I've none but a thing I never had To keep it would I go to any But is not measured in a heart So I could weep and say that I've been And yet, as ever, be so far him to whom I swore that I belonged 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? Dost not see A plainly match? If thou art bright, why, when thou dost love, love'st thou not me Instead someone far removed From all you claim to most admire? I you as a lunatic if proved Thus mad you my ward for your own good And yet I'm making light of my own I finally love, yet love in vain.