When love on time and measure makes his ground,
Time that must end though love can never die,
Tis love betwixt a shadow and a sound,
A love not in the hart but in the eie,
A love that ebbes and flowes now up now downe,
A mornings favor and an evenings frowne.

Sweet lookes shew love, yet they are but as beames,
Faire wordes seeme true, yet they are but as wind,
Eies shed their teares yet are but outward streames:
Sighes paint a sadnes in the falsest minde,
Lookes, wordes, tearesm sighes, shew love when love they leave,
False harts can weepe, sigh, sweare, and yet deceive.