Mistrust

My thoughts are wingd'd with hopes, my hopes with love
Mount love under the moons's night, the moon in clearest night
And say as she doth in the heavens move
In earth so wanes my delight, so wanes and waxeth delight

And you-u my thoughts, that my 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

If she for this, with clouds do mask her eyes
And make the heavens dark with her disdain
With windy sights, disperse them in the skies
Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain