1
What if I seeke for loue of thee,
Shall I find beauty kind
To desert that still shall dwell in mee.
But if I sue and liue forlorne,
Then alasse neuer was
Any wretch to more misfortune borne.
Though thy lookes haue charmd mine eies,
I can forbeare to loue,
But if euer sweete desire
Set my wofull hart on fire,
Then can I neuer remoue.
2
Frowne not on me vnlesse thou hate,
For thy frowne cast me downe
To despaire of my most haplesse state:
Smile not on me vnlesse thou loue,
For thy smile, will beguile
My desires if thou vnsteedfast proue:
If thou needs wilt bend thy browes,
A while refraine my deare,
But if thou wilt smile on me,
Let it not delayed be,
Comfort is neuer too neare.
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