Define my Weale, and tell the ioyes of Heauen,
Expresse my Woes, and shew the paines of Hell,
Declare what Fate vnlucky Starres haue giuen,
And aske a World vpon my Life to dwell.
Make knowne the Faith, that Fortune could not moue,
Compare my Worth with others base Desert,
Let Vertue be the Touch-stone of my Loue,
So may the Heauens read wonders in my Heart;
Behold the Clouds which haue eclips’d my Sunne,
And view the Crosses which my course doe let,
Tell Me, if euer since the World begunne,
So Faire a rising, had so Foule a set:
And see if Time (if he would striue to proue)
Can shew a Second to so pure a Loue.