1.
Long have mine eyes gazed with delight,
Conveying hopes unto my soul;
Happy in nothing but the sight
Of her that doth eyesight control,
That now mine eyes must lose their light.
2.
Their object now must be the air,
And write in water words of fire,
Teaching sad thoughts how to despair;
Desert must quarrel with desire,
All were content were she not fair.
3.
For all my comforts this I prove,
That Venus on the seas was born;
If seas be calm, then doth she love,
If storms do rise, I am forlorn;
My fortunes as the wind doth move.
4.
My fortunes, which have robbed mine eyes
And drawn her picture in my heart,
With sighing makes me so to rise,
That still it seems to break inpart;
Hold, heart, or else thy picture dies.
5.
Then, mistress mine, take this farewell:
A bleeding heart, a blubbered eye,
Disquiet thoughts which still rebel,
A broken heart that cannot die.
If ever man were crossed, ’tis I!