Full Lyrics
If Love be blind, how hath he then the sight,
With beauty's beams my careless heart to wound?
Or, if a boy, how hath he then the might,
The mightiest conquerors to bring to ground?
O no, he is not blind, but I that lead
My thoughts the ways that bring to restless fears,
Nor yet a boy, but I, that live in dread,
Mixed with hope, and seek for joy in tears.
