John Dowland

Dear, if you change

Dear, if you change, I’ll never choose again. 
    Sweet, if you shrink, I’ll never think of love.
Fair, if you fail, I’ll judge all beauty vain.
    Wise, if too weak, more wits I’ll never prove. 
Dear, Sweet, Fair, Wise, change, shrink, nor be not weak: 
And on my faith, my faith shall never break. 

Earth with her flow’rs shall sooner heaven adorn, 
    Heav’n her bright stars through, earth’s dim globe shall move, 
Fire heat shall lose, and frosts of flame be born, 
    Air, made to shine, as black as hell shall prove: 
Earth, heaven, fire, air, the world transform’d shall view, 
Ere I prove false to faith, or strange to you.