Shall I strive with wordes to move

When deedes receive not due regard

Shall I speake and neyther please

Nor be freely heard

Griefe alas though all in vaine

Her restlesse anguish must reveale

Shee alone my wound shall know

Though shee will not heale

All woes have end though a while delaid

Our patience proving

Oh that time's strange effects

Could but make but make her loving

Stormes calme at last and why may not

Shee leave off her frowning

Oh sweet love help her hands

My affection crowning

I woo'd her I lov'd her

And none but her admire

O come deare joy and answere my desire

I woo'd her I lov'd her

And none but her admire

O come deare joy and answere my desire