Winds blow from yonder skies, that so memories can’t hold,
yet what were they to be? If remember’d, those purposely lost,
embraceth my face raised to the heavens,
asketh me what I desire?
Eyes close, head sinks in utter dismay,
Shoulds’t judg’d a man be for love possess’d?
Nay, nay, tis winds do lie, as these lands always do,
yet say, not I, for I lovest thou as friend and woman.


Breeze kiss’d my neck with phrases dance in mind,
Phrases held, forgotten, replaced yet possess’d,
For all are mine, written and erased,
Yet formd a...