Classic Poem

To the tune of the Spanish song, " Se tu sennora no dueles de mi."

O faire? O sweete! when I do looke on thee,
In whome all ioyes so well agree,
Heart and soul do sing in me
This you heare is not my tongue,
Which once said what I conceaued,
For it was of vse bereaued,
With a cruell answer stong.
No; though tongue to roofe be cleaued,
Fearing least he chastisde be,
Heart and soule do singe in me.

O faire! O sweete! when I do looke on thee,
In whome all ioyes so well agree,
Heart and soul do sing in me.
Iust accord all musicke makes;
In thee iust accord excelleth,
Where each part in such peace dwelleth,
One of other, beautie takes.
Since, then, truth to all mindes telleth
That in thee liues harmonie,
Hart and soule do sing in me.

O faire! O sweete! when I do looke on thee,
In whome all ioyes so well agree,
Heart and soul do sing in me.
They that heauen haue knowne do say,
That whoso that grace obtaineth,
To see what faire sight there raigneth,
Forced are to sing alway:
So, then, since that heauen remaineth
In thy face I plainly see,
Heart and soule do singe in me.
O faire! O sweete! when I do looke on thee,
In whome all ioyes so well agree,
Heart and soul do sing in me.
Sweete, thinke not I am at ease,
For because my cheefe part singeth;
This song from deathe's sorrow springeth,
As to swanne in last disease:
For no dumbnesse nor death bringeth
Stay to true loue's melody:
Heart and soul do sing in me.