I will perseuer euer for to loue thee,
O cease diuinest sweetnes to disdaine mee:
Albeit my loues true types can neuer moue thee,
Yet from affection let not pride detaine thee.
Although my heart once purchast thy displeasure
With ouerbold presumption on thy fauour:
Yet now Ile sacrifice my richest treasure
Vnto thy name and much admired honour:
Teares are the treasure of my griefe-gal'd hart,
Which on (thy loue) my altar I haue dropped
To thee, that my thoughts temples goddesse art,
Hoping thy anger would thereby be stopped.
If these to get thy grace may not suffice,
My heart is slaine, accept that sacrifice.