Fair, if you expect admiring,
Sweet, if you provoke desiring,
Grace dear love with kind requiting.
Fond, but if thy sight be blindness,
False, if thou affect unkindness,
Fly both love and love's delighting.
Then when hope is lost and love is scorned
I'll bury my desires
And quench the fires
That ever yet in vain have burned.

Fates, if you rule lovers' fortune,
Stars, if men your pow'rs importune,
Yield relief by your relenting.
Time, if Sorrow be not endless,
Hope made vain, and Pity friendless,
Help to ease my long lamenting.
But if griefs remain still unredressed
I'll fly to her again and sue
For pity to renew
My hopes distressed.