Yet reade at last the storie of my Woe,
The drerie abstracts of my endlesse Cares,
With my Life’s Sorrow interlined so,
Smoak’d with my Sighes, and blotted with my Teares;
The sad Memorialls of my Miseries,
Pen’d in the griefe of mine afflicted Ghost,
My Liues complaint in dolefull Elegies,
With so pure Loue, as Time could neuer boast;
Receiue the Incense which I offer here,
By my strong Faith ascending to thy Fame,
My Zeale my Hope, my Vowes, my Prayse, my Pray’r,
My Soule’s Oblations to thy sacred Name:
Which Name my Muse to highest Heau’ns shall rayse,
By chaste Desire, true Loue, and vertuous Prayse.