| lyric | 1. Come again, sweeet love doth now invite
thy graces that refrain, to do me due delight,
to see, to hear, to touch, to kiss,
to die with thee again in sweetest sympathy.
2. Come again, that I may cease to mourn,
through thy unkind disdain, for now left and forlorn:
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint,
I die in deadly pain and endless misery. |