So long mine everlasting love
as thou goeth, so doth mine heart.
To speaketh farewell art impossible forever
so, let us have sweet and just a depart.
Goeth, liveth by thy own vanity
let thy heart guidest thy way.
Thy beauty art an unruly cloud
that hath been wipeth clean by day.
Day, bright and divine she art.
As when thou lookest upon mine eye.
But thou wisheth a reprievance by and by.
yet only thy love doth cease mine cry.
Be some figure strangeth to mine eye
unless my love doth changeth thy way.
If that be, cometh and runeth steadfast in thy lonely nights;
stayeth, loveth in thy day.
Then, shalt not I lavish in my beloved's merriment?
For if thou art gay, am not I?
Art thou not justly loved and cherrished?
How doth thou, mine beloved, lingereth mine cry?
Thou paineth mine heart foe longeth a spell
and now nthou art gone but not gay am I.
Fortunate art I that doth lookest to the shy
but still with watery eye.
