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 sight, I weep, I faint, I die, In deadly pain and endless misery. All the day The sun that lends me shine, By frowns do cause me pine, And feeds me with delay, Her smiles my springs, that makes my Joys to grow, Her frowns the winters of my woe: Gentle Love Draw forth thy wounding dart, Thou canst not pierce her heart, For I that to approve, By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafta, Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.