A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea. SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright. Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd? SLEEPEST or wakest thou, jolly shepherd ? And for one blast of thy minniken mouth, O Mistress mine. O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? Trip no further, pretty sweeting, What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; What's to come is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty ; Youth's a stuff will not endure. |