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