Long have mine eyes

1. Long have mine eyes gazed with delight,
Conveying hopes unto my soul;
Happȳ* 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 wȯrds of fi͞re,
Teaching sad thoughts how to despair;
Desert must quarrel with desi͞re,
All were content were she not fair.

3. For all my comforts this I prọve,
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 wīnd doth mọve.

4. My fortunes, which have robbed mine eyes
And drawn her picṯure in my heart,
With sighing makes me so to rise,
That still it seems to bre͞ak inpart;
Hold, heart, or else thy picṯure 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!