My thoughts are wingd'd with hopes, my hopes with love.
Mount love under the moon in clearest night.
In earth so wanes my delight, so wanes and waxeth delight.
And you my thoughts, that my mistrust do carry.
If for mistrust my mistress do you blame.
As she doth change and yet remain the same.
If she for this, with clouds do mask her eyes.
And make the heavens dark with her disdain.
Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain.
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