Sweetest love I do not go
For weariness of thee
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me
But since that I must die at last
This best to use myself in guest
Thus by faint deaths to die
Yester'night the sun went hence
And yet is here today
He has no desire nor sense
Nor half so short a way
And fear not me but believe that I
Shall make speedier journeys since I take
More wings and spurs than he
Oh, how feeble is man's power
That if good fortune falls
Cannot add another hour
Nor a lost hour recall
But come bad chance and we join to it
Our strength and we teach it art, art and lenght
Itself over us to advance
When you sigh you sigh not wind
But sigh my soul away
When you weep unkindly kind
My life's blood does decay
It cannot be that you, that you love me as you say
If in your life mine you waste
You are the best of me