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