Who is it that this dark night

Who is it that this dark night
Under my window plaineth?
It is one that from thy sight
Being, ah, exil'd, disdaineth
Ev'ry other vulgar light

Why, alas, and are you he?
Be not those fond fancies changed?
Dear, when you find change in me
Though from me you be estranged
Let my change to ruin be

Well, in absence this will die;
Leave to see, and leave to wonder
Absence sure will help, if I
Can learn now myself to sunder
From what in my heart doth lie

But timе will these thoughts removе;
Time doth work what no man knoweth
Time doth as the subject prove;
With time still th'affection groweth
In the faithful turtledove

What if you new beauties see?
Will not they stir new affection?
I will think they pictures be
Image like of Saint's perfection
Poorly counterfeiting thee

But the reason's purest light
Bids you leave such minds to nourish;
Dear, do Reason no such spite;
Never doth thy beauty flourish
More than in my reason's sight

But the wrongs love bears will make
Love at length leave undertaking
No, the more fools it doth shake
In a ground of so firm making
Deeper still they drive the stake

Peace! I think that some give ear
Come no more lest I get anger
Bliss! I will my bliss forbear
Fearing, sweet, you to endanger;
But my soul shall harbour there

Well, be gone, be gone, I say
Lest that Argus' eyes perceive you
O unjustest Fortune's sway
Which can make me thus to leave you
And from louts to run away