I How shall I fly feathers be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded safe to thine So to me, like sun to moon, descend? Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But will not depart from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept with When lovers their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are they I cannot decide His tender voice makes other's out of And shows me how I them abide His movements are of than feline grace His hands are soft and as ivory And though I've rarely a stranger face More perfect 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 smile when I am From what resource do I derive this lost none but a thing I never 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 him to whom I swore that I belonged Alas, I blame as he were untrue I loved him but, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, why dost thou not love? Dost thou not see A plainly match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st not me Instead preferring far removed From all you claim to most admire? I Commit you as a lunatic if Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm making of my own pain I finally love, yet love in vain.