Whither runneth my sweetheart?
Stay awhile, prithee. 
Not too fast! 
Too much haste 
Maketh waste. 
But if thou wilt needs depart 
Take my love with thee. 
Thy mind 
Doth bind 
Me to no vile condition;
So doth 
Thy truth 
Prevent me of suspicion.

Go thy ways, then, where thou please —
So I am by thee. 
Day and night 
I delight 
In thy sight. 
Never grief on me did seize 
When thou wast nigh me. 
My strength 
At length 
That scorned thy fair commandings 
Hath not 
Forgot 
The price of rash withstandings.

Now my thoughts are free from strife.
Sweet, let me kiss thee. 
Now can I 
Willingly 
Wish to die, 
For I do but loathe my life 
When I do miss thee. 
Come prove 
My love, 
My heart is not disguised. 
Love shown 
And known
Ought not to be despised.