Since first I saw your face
I resolv'd to honour and reknown ye
If now I be disdained I wish 
My heart had never known ye
What! I that lov'd and you that lik'd
Shall be begin to wrangle?
No, no, no, my heart is fast
And cannot disentangle

If I admire or praise you too much
That fault you may forgive me
Or if my hands had stray'd a touch
Then justly might you leave me.
I ask'd you leave, you bade me love
Is't now a time to chide me?
No, no, no, I'll love you still
What fortune e'er betide me

The sun, whose beams most glorious are
Rejecteth no beholder
And your sweet beauty, past compare
Made my poor eyes the bolder
Where beauty moves and wit delights
And signs of kindness find me
There, oh there, where'er I go
I'll leave my heart behind me