Song 1-2

Sweetest love, I do not go

For weariness of thee

Nor in hope, the world can show

A fitter love for me

But since that, I must die at last

It is best to use myself in jest

Thus by faint deaths to die

Yesternight, the sun went out

And yet is here today

He has no desire nor sense

Nor half so short away

And fear not me, but believe that I

Shall make speedier journeys since I take

More wings and spurs than he

Oh, how feeble is man's power

That if good fortune falls

Cannot add another hour

Nor a lost hour recall

But come that chance and we join to it

Our strength and we teach it, art and length

Itself over us to advance

When you sigh, you sighed away

But sigh my soul away

When you weep unkindly kind

My life's blood does decay

It cannot be that you, that you love me as you say

If in your life, mine you waste

You are the best of me