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If hee suckt hers, I let him knowe Twas not a teare which hee had gott His drinke was counterfeite, as was his meate, For eyes which roule towards all, weepe not but sweate. What ever hee would dictate I writt that But burnt her letters, when shee writt to mee And that that fauour made him fatt, I said, if any titell bee Conuayd by this; ah what doth itt auaile? To bee the fortieth name in an entaile. Thus I reclaimd my Bussard loue to flie At what, and when, and how, and where I chuse; Now negligent of sports I lie, And now as other Falconers vse I springe a Mistris, sweare, write, sigh and weepe And the game killd, or lost, goe talke, and sleepe.| Before I sigh my last gaspe, lett mee breath (Great loue) some legacies; heer I bequeath Myne eyes to Argus, if myne eyes cann see; If they bee blynde then loue I giue them thee; My toung to fame; To Ambassadours my eares, Too Weomen or the sea my teares Thou loue hast taught mee heretofore By making mee serue her, who had twenty more That I should giue to none, but such as had too mvch before. |
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