What if I seek for love of thee,
Shall I find beauty kind
To desert that still shall dwell in me?
But if I sue and live forlorn,
Then alas never was 
Any wretch to more misfortune born.
Though thy looks have charmed mine eyes,
I can forbeare to love.
But if ever sweet desire
Set my woeful heart on fire
Then can I never remove.

Frown not on me unless thou hate,
For thy frown cast me down
To despair of my most hapless state:
Smile not on me unless thou love,
For thy smile will beguile
My desires if thou unsteadfast prove:
If thy needs wilt bend thy brows,
A while refrain, my dear,
But if thou wilt smile on me,
Let it not delayed be:
Comfort is never too near.