Come again Sweet love doth now invite Thy graces that refrainTo do me due delight
To see, to hear
To touch, to kiss
To die with thee again In sweetest sympathy
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
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
