If waker care, if sudden pale color, If many sighs with little speech to plain, Now joy, now woe, if they my cheer disdain For hope of small, if much to fear therefore, To haste, to slake my pace less or more, Be sigh of love, then do I love again. If thou ask whom, sure since I did refrain Brunet, that set my wealth in such a roar, Th' unfained cheer of Phillis hath the place That Brunet had: she hath and ever shall. She from myself now hath me in her grace; She hath in hand my wit, my will and all; My heart alone well worthy she doth stay, Without whose help scant do I live a day. |