Whither runneth my sweet hart

Whither runneth my sweetheart?

Stay awhile, prithee.

Not too fast!

Too much haste

Maketh waste.

But if thou wilt needs depart

Take my love with thee.

Thy mind

Doth bind

Me to no vile condition;

So doth

Thy truth

Prevent me of suspicion.

Go thy ways, then, where thou please —

So I am by thee.

Day and night

I delight

In thy sight.

Never grief on me did seize

When thou wast nigh me.

My strength

At length

That scorned thy fair commandings

Hath not

Forgot

The price of rash withstandings.

Now my thoughts are free from strife.

Sweet, let me kiss thee.

Now can I

Willingly

Wish to die,

For I do but loathe my life

When I do miss thee.

Come prove

My love,

My heart is not disguised.

Love shown

And known

Ought not to be despised.