My thoughts are wing`d with hopes my hopes with love.
Mount Love unto the moon in clearest night
And say as she doth in the heavens move
In earth so wanes and waxeth my delight
And whisper this but softly in her ears
Hope oft doth hang the head and Trust shed tears.

2 And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry
If for mistrust my mistress do you blame
Say though you alter yet you do not vary
As she doth change and yet remain the same
Distrust doth enter hearts but not in feet
And love is sweetest seasoned with suspect.

3 If she for this with clouds do mask her eyes
And make the heavens dark with her disdain
With windy sighs disperse them in the skies
Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain;
Thoughts hopes and love return to me no more
Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before.