This is one of the first Renaissance pieces I ever learned, though the version I learned from did not have the second set of verses. This version is based on An English Song Book, Noah Greenberg (Doubleday 1961)
What if I never speed? Shall I straight yield to despair? And still on sorrow feed? That can no loss repair. Or shall I change my love? For I have pow'r to depart. And in my reason prove. I can command my heart. But if she will pity my despair And my love requite. Then ever shall she be my dear delight. Come, come, come While I have a heart to desire thee. Come, come, come For either I will love or admire thee. Oft have I dreamed of joy Yet I never felt the sweet. And coupled with annoy My griefs each other greet. Oft have I left my hope As a wretch by fate forlorn But love aims at one scope And lost will still return. He that once loved with a true desire Never can depart. For Cupid is the king of every heart. Come, come, come While I have a heart to desire thee. Come, come, come For either I will love or admire thee.