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