Goe little winged Archer and convey 
A flaming dart
Into her heart,
Then steal away 
As soone as thou hast set her all on fire, 
And left her burning in her chaste desire.

Thus teach her what it is to love, that she
When that her eyes
Doe tyrannize
May pity me;
And know the flame that hath my heart possest
By the distemper of her scorched breast.

And when she burns if shee'l appease my flame
With smiles which fly,
Oft as her eye,
I'le doe the same;
So may we love, and burn, but ne'r expire,
While we add fuell to each others fire.