I SHE sighs, and has blown over now The storms that threat'ned in her brow: The Heaven's now serene and clear, And bashful blushes do appear, Th' error sh' has found That did me wound, Thus with her od'rous sigh my hopes are crown'd. II Now she relents, for now I hear Repentance whisper in my ear, Happy repentance! that begets By this sweet airy motion heats, And does destroy Her heresy, That my faith branded with inconstancy. III When Thisbe's Pyramus was slain, This sigh had fetched him back again, And such a sigh from Dido's chest Wafted the Trojan to her breast. Each of her sighs My Love does prize Reward, for thousand, thousand cruelties. IV Sigh on, my Sweet, and by thy breath, Immortal grown, I'll laugh at death. Had fame so sweet a one, we shou'd In that regard learn to be good: Sigh on, my Fair, Henceforth, I swear, I could Chameleon turn, and live by air. |