Sweet, if you shrink, I'll never think of love.
 Fair, if you fail, I'll judge all beauty vain.
 Wise, if too weak, more wits I'll never prove.
 Dear, Sweet, Fair, Wise, change, shrink, nor ne not weak:
 And, on my faith, my faith shall never break.

 Eart with her flow'rs shall sooner heav'n adorn,
 Heav'n her bright stars through earth's dim globe shall move,
 Fire heat shall lose, and frosts of flames be born,
 Air made to shine as b lack as hell shall prove:
 Earth, Heaven, Fire, Air, the world transform'd shall view,
 Ere I prove false to faith, or strange to you