Ask me why I send you here br This sweet Infanta of the year? br Ask me why I send to you br This Primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew? br I will whisper to your ears,-- br The sweets of love are mixt with tears. br br Ask me why this flower does show br So yellow-green, and sickly too? br Ask me why the stalk is weak br And bending, yet it doth not break? br I will answer,--these discover br What fainting hopes are in a lover.