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By John Dowland

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 flowers shall sooner heaven adorn;

Heaven her bright stars through, earth’s dim globe shall move;

Fire heat shall lose, and frosts of flame be born;

Air, made to shine, as black as hell shall prove:

Earth, heaven, fire, air, the world transformed shall view,

Ere I prove false to faith, or strange to you.