Awake, sweet love, thou art return'd:
My heart, which long in absence mourn'd
Lives now in perfect joy
Let love, which never absent dies
Now live for ever in her eyes
Whence came my first annoy
Only herself hath seemed fair:
She only I could love
She only drave me to despair
When she unkind did prove
Despair did she make me wish to die;
That I my joys might end:
She only, which did make me fly
My state may now amend

If she esteem thee now aught worth
She will not grieve thy love henceforth
Which so despair hath prov'd
Despair hath proved now in me
That love will not unconstant be
Though long in vain I lov'd
If she at last reward thy love
And all thy harms repair
Thy happiness will sweeter prove
Rais'd up from deep despair
And if that now thou welcome be
When thou with her dost meet
She all this while but play'd with thee
To make thy joys more sweet