1.
My heart and tongue were twins at once conceived.
The eldest was my heart, born dumb by destiny;
The last, my tongue, of all sweet thoughts bereaved,
Yet strung and tuned to play heart’s harmony.
2.
Both knit in one and yet asunder placed,
What heart would speak, the tongue doth still discover;
What tongue doth speak, is of the heart embraced,
And both are one to make a new found lover.
3.
New found and only found in gods and kings,
Whose words are deeds, but deeds nor words regarded.
Chaste thoughts do mount and fly with swiftest wings,
My love with pain, my pain with loss rewarded.
Engrave upon this tree, Daphne’s perfection,
That neither men nor gods can force affection.