My Faire, if thou wilt register my loue,
A World of Volumes shall thereof arise:
Preserue my Teares, and thou thy Selfe shalt proue
A second Floud, downe rayning from mine Eyes:
Note by my Sighes, and thine Eyes shall behold
The Sun-beames smothered with immortall Smoke,
And if by Thee my Prayers may be enrol’d
They Heauen and Earth to pitty shall prouoke;
Looke Thou into my brest, and Thou shalt see
Chaste holy Vowes for my Soules sacrifice,
That Soule (sweet Maid) which so hath honor’d Thee,
Erecting Trophies to thy Sacred Eyes,
Those Eyes to my Heart shining euer bright
When Darknesse hath obscur’d each other Light.