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 sight, 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
Joys to grow
Her frowns the winters of my woe:
Gentle Love
Draw forth thy wounding dart
Thou canst not pierce her heart
For I that to approve
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafta
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs