Love thou hast all, for now thou hast me made
So thine, as if for thee I were ordain'd,
Then take thy conquest, nor let me be pain'd
More in thy Sunne, when I doe seeke thy shade.
No place for helpe have I left to invade,
That shew'd a face where least ease might be gain'd;
Yet found I paine increase, and but obtain'd,
That this no way was to haue love allay'd
When hott, and thirsty, to a Well I came,
Trusting by that to quench part of my flame,
But there I was by Love afresh imbrac'd
Drinke I could not, but in it I did see
My selfe a living glasse as well as shee;
For love to see himselfe in, truely plac'd.