[bad word] again:
Sweet love doth now invite, 
Thy graces that refrain,
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy. [bad word] again
That I may cease to mourn,
Through thy unkind disdain:
For now left and forlorn,
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die,
In deadly pain and endless misery.

All the day
That sun that lends me shine
By frowns doth cause me pine
And feeds me with delay:
Her smiles, my springs that make my joys to grow,
Her frowns, the winters of my woe.

All the night
My sleep is full of dreams,
My eyes are full of streams,
My heart takes no delight
To see the [bad word] and joys that some do find,
And mark the storms to me assigned,

Out, alas,
My faith is ever [bad word] 
Yet will she [bad word] 
Nor yield me any grace;
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
Whom tears nor [bad word] may once invade.

Gentle Love,
Draw forth thy wounding dart,
Thou canst not pierce her heart,
For I that to approve,
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts,
Did tempt, while she for [mighty]1 triumph laughs.