Can she excuse my wrongs with virtue's cloak
Shall I call her good when she proves unkind
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find
No no where shadows do for bodies stand
Though may'st be abused if they sight be dim
Cold love is like to words written on sand
Or to bubbles which on the water swim
Wilt thou be thus abused still
Seeing that she will right thee never
If though canst not overcome her will
Find love will be thus fruitless ever
Wilt though be thus abused still
Seeing that she will right thee never
If though canst not overcome her will
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever
Was I so base that I might not aspire
Unto those high joys which she holds from me
As they are high so high is my desire
If she this deny what can granted be
If she will yield to that which reason is
It is reasons will that love should be just
Dear make me happy still by granting this
Or cut off delays if that I die must
Better a thousand times to die
Then for to live thus still tormented
Dear but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented
Better a thousand times to die
Then for to live thus still tormented
Dear but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented
