@migu music@

Come again! sweet love doth now invite

Thy graces that refrain

To do me due delight,

To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,

With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

Come again! that I may cease to mourn

Through thy unkind disdain;

For now left and forlorn

I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die

In deadly pain and endless misery.

All the day the sun that lends me shine

By frowns do cause me pine

And feeds me with delay;

Her smiles, my springs that makes my joy to grow,

Her frowns the Winters of my woe.

All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,

My eyes are full of streams.

My heart takes no delight

To see the fruits and joys that some do find

And mark the storms are me assign'd.

Out alas, my faith is ever true,

Yet will she never rue

Nor yield me any grace;

Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,

Whom tears nor truth may once invade.

Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,

Thou canst not pierce her heart;

For I, that do approve

By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts

Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.