Simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
Captive good attending captain ill;
Tir'd with all these,from these would I be gone,
Save that,to die,I leave my love alone.
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them,and they with thee;
Or if they sleep,thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart,to heart's and eyes' delight.
In thy soul's thought,all naked,will bestow it;
Till whatever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.