Full Lyrics
Fair, sweet, cruel, why dost thou fly me?
Go not, oh go not from thy dearest!
When thou dost hasten, I am nigh thee;
When thou seem’st far, then I am nearest.
Tarry then, and take me with you.
Fie! Fie! Sweetest, here is no danger;
Fly not, oh fly not, love pursues thee.
I am no foe nor foreign stranger;
Thy scorn with fresher hope renews me.
Tarry then, and take me with you.
Musicke of Sundrie Kindes (1607)
