Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask me why I send to you This primrose, thus bepearlβd with dew? I will whisper to your ears:β The sweets of love are mixβd with tears.
Ask me why this flower does show So yellow-green, and sickly too? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending (yet it doth not break)? I will answer:βThese discover What fainting hopes are in a lover.