What if I seek for love of thee, shall I find beauty kind to desert that still shall dwell in me? But if I sue and live forlorn, then, alas! never was any wretch to more misfortune born.
Though thy looks have charmed mine eyes, I can forbear to love. But if ever sweet desire set my woeful heart on fire, then can I never remove.
Frown not on me unless thou hate, for thy frown casts me down to despair to my most hapless state. Smile not on me unless thou love, for thy smile wilt beguile my desires if thou unsteadfast prove.
If thou needs will bend thy brows, a while refrain my dear. But if thou wilt smile on me, let it not delayed be. Comfort is never too near...