When last I saw thee, I did not thee see,
It was thine Image which in my thoughts lay
So lively figur'd, as no times delay
Could suffer me in heart to parted be.
And sleepe so favourable is to me,
As not to let thy lov'd remembrance stray:
Lest that I waking might have cause to say,
there was one minute found to forgett thee.
Then, since my faith is such, so kinde my sleepe,
That gladly thee presents into my thought,
And still true Lover-like thy face doth keepe,
So as some pleasure shadow-like is wrought.
Pitty my loving, nay of consience give
Reward to me in whom thy self doth live.