My thoughts are wing'd with hopes, my hopes with love
Mount Love unto the moon in clearest night
And say , as she doth in the heavens move
In earth so wanes and waxeth my delight:
And whisper this but softly in her ears
Hope oft doth hang the head, and trust shed tears
And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry
If for mistrust my mistress do you blame
Say though you alter, yet you do not vary
And she doth change, and yet remain the same:
Distrust doth enter hearts, but not infect
And love is sweetest season'd with suspect
If she, for this, with clouds do mask her eyes
And make the heavens dark with her disdain
With windy sighs, disperse them in the skies
Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain;
Thoughts, hopes, and love return to me no more
Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before