Dear, if you change, I’ll never choose again.
Sweet, if you shrink, I’ll never think of love.
Fair, if you fail, I’ll judge all beauty vain.
Wise, if too weak, more wits I’ll never prove.
Dear, Sweet, Fair, Wise, change, shrink, nor be not weak:
And, on my faith, my faith shall never break.
Earth with her flow’rs shall sooner heaven adorn,
Heav’n her bright stars through earth’s dim globe shall move,
Fire heat shall lose, and frosts of flames be born,
Air made to shine as black as hell shall prove:
Earth, Heaven, Fire, Air, the world transform’d shall view,
Ere I prove false to faith, or strange to you.
