Justly of thee (Love partiall) I complaine,
That at one instant, and with one selfe stroke,
Thou darted hast into my hart with paine
Cold chilly frost, and fierie flaming smoke.
Ay me, within me (both) I secret hold,
And whilst th'one burnes me, th'other makes me cold.
Then Cruell, since thou wilt two contraries
(Against my soule) within my hart shall rest,
Ah yet make peace twixt them in loving wise,
Or els (sweete Love) doo promise this at least;
Flame to my frost, and water to my fire,
Life to my hart, to comfort my desire.

When you appeare, appeares the breake of day,
And shewes to be most faire, and passing bright:
But if you keep your selfe unseene away,
The day showes not, but keepeth out of sight.
Then if againe you gin your selfe to show,
Behold the Day to shew it selfe afresh
With skie most clere: so both of you doo grow
In beautie like, in heate nor are you lesse.
Thus if your beames you ope, or hidden been,
The breake of day appeares, els nere is seene.

White was the orient pearle, which on a day
That hand me gave, which scornes the proud compare
Of purest white, and beares the palme away,
As of all pearly faires the orientst faire:
And whilst she offred unto mee the same,
I knew not which the pearle was of the twaine.
So white the hand was of my peerlesse Pearle,
As it did dazle with delight mine eyes,
And pearle seemd to me, giving me the pearle:
Which made me sighing say (in whispring wise)
Ah why once may I not so happie bee
This Pearle to have, which th'other gives to mee?

For to behold my Sunne, I from the Sunne
Did seeke my face to shadow with my hand,
To shield me from the heate that gan to come
In place, where gazing on her I did stand:
But I no sooner from that Sunne was free,
But that in that selfe instant and that time,
I of mine owne Sunne found myselfe to bee
Burnt with the heate (a most unluckie signe).
So, whilst a shade from sunne did me defend,
A Sunne more hot did hurt me in the end.

The Gentiles usde (in signe of sacrifice)
The blood of men to offer, to appease
The warlike Goddesse wrath in humble wise,
And through the same her angrie minde did please:
But thou (more wicked Warrier farre than shee)
In reason maist more cruell termed bee.
On Beauties alter (to thee dedicate)
Thousands of Louers (mustering on a row)
Offer their blood and harts: yet mitigate
Thy hardned minde cannot, which flint doth show.
Then is she cruell lesse than thou art now,
Since blood her pleasd, and thee harts cannot bow.

Ranckle the wound did in my head apace
When fairest Shee to play the surgeon came,
And whilst her snow white hand did me the grace
To lay the plaister on, which heald the same:
A wonder strange, no sooner did she tuch
The hurt, but it appeard to be none such.
Yet woe is me, no sooner by that hand
Was heald in head my outward festring wound,
But that in sted of that as countermand,
One mortall fear at inward hart I found.
Thus (Love) thou seest is changed my estate,
She checkes with death, that fore gave life for mate.

What time with brow the Loveliest gins to scowle,
Shewing disdaine and furie in her face;
Mee thinkes I see the clowdes wex darke and fowle,
And gloomie night begins to run his race.
But then againe, when she to show begins
Her smiling chere adornd with favour rare,
Straight waies the Sunne in chariot bright forth springs,
Clere are the skies, the gladsome day most faire:
Thus in one face I see against my will,
The rising of the Sunne and falling still.

If Sea no other thing doth shew to bee
Than most unstable waters mooving oft,
With pardon (Ladie) you this seeme to mee,
So most unstable is your changing thought.
I likewise hold a river that orewhelmes
With watrie salt within these eyes of mine:
Then let us make a mixture mongst our selves
Of this unstedfastnes and watrie brine.
Lets fashion both of us a novell Sea,
So heaven the haven, and love the bay shal bee.

Rockt in a cradle (like as Infants bee)
When I was yong, a little wanton childe,
Two daintie dugs did nourish life in mee,
Whilst oft on them with teate in mouth I smilde:
Ah happie I, thrice happie might I say,
Whilst in that harmlesse state I then did stay.
But now that I am come to mans estate,
Such dugs as nurst me in delight and joy
Doo seeke my death, by poysonous sugred bait,
Whose sight without possession breeds me noy.
So what in childhood caused me to live,
Now in my youth doth death unto me give.

If lovely Lasse for Fairing thine of mee
Gold in this Faire thou meanest for to have:
Then give me of thy Haires which golden bee,
Give unto mee, since thou of mee doost crave.
Nor by this bargaine shalt thou losse sustaine,
Or ought hereby shalt hindred be (sweet Wench)
Since I (to courteous thee) doo give againe:
(As thankfull) gold, for gold in recompence.
Thy treasure, so shall mine be, mine as thine,
Nor shall th'exchange be worse than gold most fine.