Lyrics
1."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. 2"Come again!", that I may cease to mourn. Through thy unkind disdain; for now left and forlorn. I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die in deadly pain and endless misery. 3.All the day the sun that lends me shine by frowns doth cause me pine and feeds me with delay. Her smiles, my springs that makes my joy to grow, her frowns the winter of my woe. 4. All the night my sleeps are full of dreams, my eyes are full of streams. My heart takes no delight to see the fruits and joys that some do find and mark the stormes are me assign'd. 5. But alas, my faith is ever true, yet will she never rue nor yield me any grace; Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made, whom tears, nor truth may once invade. 6. Gentle love, draw forth thy wounding dart, thou canst not pierce her heart; For I, that to approve by sighs and tears that are more hot than my shafts did tempt, while she for triumph laughs.
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