A Louer Forsaken, of His Best Beloued

Ioy to the person of my Loue
Although that she doth me disdaine,
Fixt are my thoughts,
And cannot remoue:
But yet I loue in vaine.
Shall I lose the sight.
Of my ioy and hearts delight,
Or shall I cease my suit;
Shall I striue to touch;
Oh no, that were too much,
She is forbidden fruit.
Ah woe is me,
That euer I did see
The beauty that did me bewitch,
But now alas I must forgoe
The treasure I esteemd so much.

Oh whither shall my sad heart go;
Or whither shall I flie;
Sad eccho shall resound my plaint
Or else alacke I needs must dye.
Shall I by her liue,
That no life to me will giue,
But deadly wounds my heart;
If I flie away,
O will she not cry stay,
My sorrow to conuert;
Oh, no, no, no,

She will not doe so,
But comfortlesse I must be gone:
But ere I goe,
To friend or foe,
Ile loue her, or I will loue none.

A thousad good fortunes fall to her share
Although she hath forsaken me,
& fil'd my sad heart full of despaire,
Yet euer will I constant be,
For she is the Dame.
My tongue shall euer name,
For branch of modestie.
Chast in heart and minde,
Oh were she halfe so kinde,
Then would she pitty me.
Oh turne againe,
Be kinde as thou art faire,
And let me in thy bosome dwell,
So shall I gaine
The treasure of Loues paino,
Till then, my dearest Loue, farewell.