My Affection Hath An Unknown

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

Since My Dear Soul Was Mistress Of Her Choice And Could Of Men Distinguish Her Election, Sh'ath Sealed Thee For Herself.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.