Can she disdaine can I persist to love, 
Can she be cruell, I subiected still.
Time will my truth, compassion hers aprove, 
Release the thrald, and conquer froward will. 
I love not lust, Oh, therfore let her daigne, 
To equall my desires, with like againe.

Am I not pleasing in her prouder eies,
Oh that she knew Loves power as well as I,
Wittie she is, but Loves more wittie wise,
She breathes on earth, he Raignes in heaven on high.
I love not lust, oh therefore let her daigne,
To equall my desires with like againe.

Love scornes the abiect earth his sacred fires,
Unites divided mindes dissevers none,
Contempt springs out of fleshly base desires,
Setting debate twixt love and union.
I love not lust, oh therefore let her daigne,
To equall my desires, with like againe.