But give me thy commandment: to remain
Still courting favor from thy changing heart,
And at thy pleasure suff’ring endless pain –
Else from thy presence swiftly to depart!
In brilliant morn the sun doth grant his light,
Whilst I in supplication to thee bend;
But gathering clouds make of the day dark night,
And soon I see thou’rt wearied of thy friend.
Deliver now thy judgment: if unbles’t,
Release me from the bonds that hold me still.
In costly raiment thou wouldst see me dress’d,
Though fashioned out of mode, and fitting ill.
Distress awaits me if I leave thy side;
Twofold distress is mine if I do bide.