I How shall I fly when feathers be not Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded safe to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with rise so that thy place shall stay the same But will not then depart from unkiss'd For may be struck and kept with pride When lovers from just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are than the moon Or are they brighter? I cannot His tender voice makes other's out of And shows me how I cannot abide His movements are of more than feline His hands are soft and pale as And though I've rarely seen a stranger perfect looks I should abhor to see For may be pleasanter in part But all my love a work of art.
III How is it that I smile when I am From what resource do I derive strength? I've lost none but a thing I had To keep it I go to any length But is not measured in a heart So I could weep and say that been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I that I belonged Alas, I blame as though he were I loved him but, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost not love? Dost thou not see A plainly perfect match? If art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, thou not me Instead preferring someone far all you claim to most admire? I would Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I love, yet love in vain.