Since first I saw your face
I resolv'ed to honour and renown ye.
If now I be disdained
I wish my heart had never known ye.
What, I that lov'd and you that lik'd,
shall we begin to wrangle?
No, no, no, my heart is fast
and cannot disentangle.
If I admire or praise you too much,
that fault you may forgive me.
Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch,
then justly might you leave me.
I asked your leave, you bad me love,
Is't now a time to chide me?
No, no, no, I love you still,
what fortune ere betide me.
The sun whose beams most glorious are,
rejecteth no beholder.
And your sweat beauty, past compare,
made my poor eyes the bolder.
Where beauty moves, and wit delights,
and signs of kindness, bind me,
there, o there where'er I go,
I leave my heart behind me.