To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
To the ocean now I fly, -

'T was at the royal feast for Persia won,-

Two went to pray? O rather say, -

Underneath this sable hearse,

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,

Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,
Weep you no more, sad fountains, -

Welcome, maids of honour,

Welcome pure thoughts and peaceful hours,
Welcome, welcome, do I sing,

We must not part, as others do,

We saw and wooed each other's eyes,

What bird so sings, yet so does wail?
What pleasure have great princes, -

What! shall I ne'er more see those halcyon days! -
What sing the sweet birds in each grove?

What then is love but mourning?

What thing is Beauty? "Nature's dearest Minion!"
What time this world's great Workmaster did cast,

When I consider how my light is spent,

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
When in the chronicle of wasted time,
When I survey the bright,

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When love on time and measure makes his ground,
When Love with unconfinèd wings,

When thou must home to shades of underground,

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,

When whispering strains do softly steal,

Where the bee sucks, there suck I,

Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm,
Who is Silvia? what is she,

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Who travels by the weary wandering way,

Why so pale and wan, fond lover,

Will't ne'er be morning? Will that promised light,
Wilt thou forgive that sin, where I begun,
Winds, whisper gently whilst she sleeps,

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climbst the skies,
With marjoram gentle,

Ye have been fresh and green,

Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes,

Ye little birds that sit and sing,

Yet if his majesty our sovereign lord,

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Your hay it is mowed, and your corn it is reaped,
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
You virgins, that did late despair, -

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