Lyrics Farewell (Sonnet 87) - Anna Prohaska

Farewell (Sonnet 87)

Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing
My bonds in thee are all determinate
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting
And so my patent back again is swerving
Thyself thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing
Or me, to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing
Comes home again, on better judgment making
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter