What if I never speed?

What if I never speed?

Shall I straight yield to despair,

And still on sorrow feed

That can no loss repair?

Or shall I change my love?

For I find pow'r to depart,

And in my reason prove

I can command my heart.

But if she will pity my desire and my love requite,

Then ever shall she live my dear delight.

Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee,

Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee.

Oft have I dreamed of joy,

Yet I never felt the sweet,

But tired with annoy,

My griefs each other greet.

Oft have I left my hope

As a wretch by fate forlorn,

But Love aims at one scope,

And lost, will still return.

He that once loves with a true desire never can depart,

For Cupid is the king of ev'ry heart.

Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee,

Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee.