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