What if I never speed,
Shall I straight yield to despair,
And still on sorrow feed
That can on loss repair,
Or shall I change my love,
For I find pow'r to depart,
And in my reason proveI
can command my heard?
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 todesire thee.
Come, come, come,
for either I will love or admire thee.
Oft have I dreamed of joy,
Yet I never felt the sweete,
But tired with annoy,
My griefs each other greete.
Oft have I left my hope,
As a wretch by fate forlorn,
But Love aims at one scope,
And lost will still returne.
He that once loves with a true desirenever
can depart,
For Cupit is the king of every heart.
Come, come, come,
while I have a heart todesire thee.
Come, come, come,
for either I will love or admire thee.
Come, come, come,
while I have a heart todesire thee.