Ask Me Why I Send You Here This Sweet Infanta Of The Year? Ask Me Why I Send To You This Primrose, Thus Bepearl'D With Dew? I Will Whisper To Your Ears, The Sweets Of Love Are Mixt With Tears. Ask Me Why This Flower Does Show So Yellow-Green, And Sickly Too? Ask Me Why The Stalk Is Weak And Bending, Yet It Doth Not Break? I Will Answer,These Discover What Fainting Hopes Are In A Lover.