Sweet, Come Again

Sweete come againe,

your happie sight so much desir'd

since you from hence are now retir'd

I seeke in vaine,

stil must I mourn,

& pine in longing paine,

till you my liues delight

againe vouchsafe your wisht returne.

If true desire,

Or faithfull vow of endless loue,

Thy heart enflam'd may kindly moue

With equall fire;

O then my ioies.

So long distraught shall rest,

Reposed soft in thy chast brest,

Exempt from all annoies.

You had the power

My wandring thoughts first to restraine,

You first did heare my loue speake plaine,

A child before:

Now it is growne

Confirm'd, do you it keep,

And let it safe in your bosome sleepe,

There euer made your owne.

And till we meete,

Teach absence inward art to find,

Both to disturbe and please the mind,

Such thoughts are sweete,

And such remaine

In hearts whole flames are true,

Then such will I retaine till you

To me returne againe.