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O more then Moone Drawe not vp seas to drowne mee in thy spheare Weepe mee not dead in thy Armes: but forbeare To teach the sea, what it may doe too soone, Lett not the Winde Example finde To doe mee more harme, then it purposeth, Since thou and I sigh one anothers breath Who ere sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the others death| Ile tell thee now, deare loue, what thou shalt doe To anger Destinie, as shee doth vs, How, I shall staie, though shee cloye mee thus, And how posteritie shall knowe itt too How thine maye out endure Sibells glorie and obscure Her who from Pindar could allure And her through whose helpe Lucan is not lame And her whose Booke they saie, Homer did finde and name Study our Manvscripts those Miriades Of letters, which haue past twixt thee and mee, Thence write our Annales, and in them will bee, To all whome loues Sublyming fire invades Rule and Example found There the faith of any ground No Scismatiks will dare to wound That sees howe Loue this grace to Vs affords, To make, to help, to vse, to bee these his Recordes. |
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