Thus eyes and thoughts, my dearest Fair, may view
In sight, in love, nor blind, nor yet untrue.
| New is my love: | because it never dies. |
| Old is my love: | because it ever lives. |
| Kind is that Fair: | because it hate denies. |
| Unkind that Fair: | because no hope it gives. |
Thus new my love, and still that Fair unkind,
Renews my love; and I no favour find.
| Sweet are my dreams: | my dreams that are not sweet. |
| Long are the nights: | the nights that are not long. |
| Meet are the pangs: | these pangs that are unmeet. |
| Wronged is my heart: | my heart that hath no wrong. |
Thus dreams and night, my heart, my pangs, and all,
In taste, in length, conspire to work my fall.
| Sweet are my dreams: | because my Love they show. |
| Unsweet my dreams: | because but dreams they are. |
| Long are the nights: | because no help I know. |
| Meet are the nights: | because they end my care. |
Thus dreams and nights, wherein my Love takes sport,
Are sweet, unsweet; are long, and yet too short.
| Meet are my pangs: | because I was too bold. |
| Unmeet my pangs: | because I loved so well. |
| Wronged was my heart: | because my grief it told. |
| Not wronged. For why? | My grief it could not tell. |
Thus you, my Love, unkindly cause this smart;
That will not love to ease my pangs and heart.