Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears
Hither I come to seek the spring
And at mine eyes, and at mine ears
Receive such balms as else cure every thing
But O, self-traitor, I do bring
The spider Love, which transubstantiates all
And can convert manna to gall ;
And that this place may thoroughly be thought
True paradise, I have the serpent brought

'Twere wholesomer for me that winter did
Benight the glory of this place
And that a gravе frost did forbid
These trees to laugh and mock me to my facе ;
But that I may not this disgrace
Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me
Some senseless piece of this place be ;
Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here
Or a stone fountain weeping out my year

Hither with crystal phials, lovers, come
And take my tears, which are love's wine
And try your mistress' tears at home
For all are false, that taste not just like mine
Alas ! hearts do not in eyes shine
Nor can you more judge women's thoughts by tears
Than by her shadow what she wears
O perverse sex, where none is true but she
Who's therefore true, because her truth kills me