1.
Truth-trying time shall cause my mistress say
My love was perfect, constant as the day;
And as the day, when evening doth appear,
Doth suffer doom to be or foul or clear,
‖: So shall my last bequest make known to all
My love in her did rise, did live, did fall. :‖
2.
You gods of love who oft heard my desires,
Prepare her heart by your love-charming fires
To think on those sweet revels, peaceful fights,
Ne’er-changing custom taught at nuptial rites.
‖: O guerdonize my prayers but with this,
That I may taste of that long-wished-for bliss. :‖