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 sigh

I weep, I faint

I die, in deadly pain

And endless misery

Gentle love

Draw forth thy wounding dart:

Thou canst not pierce her heart;

For I that do approve

By sighs an d tears

More hot than are

Thy shafts, did tempt while she

For scanty tryumphs laughs