Let not Chloris think, because
 She has envassalled me,
   That her beauty can give laws
 To others that are free.
   I was made to be the prey
   And booty of her eyes;
   In my bosom she may say
 Her greatest kingdom lies.
 
 Though others may her brow adore,
 Yet more must I, that therein see far more
   Than any others' eyes have power to see.
   She is to me
   More than to any others she can be.
 I can discern more secret notes,
 That in the margin of her cheeks love quotes,
   Than any else besides have art to read.
   No looks proceed
   From those fair eyes but to me wonder breed. 
 O then why
 Should she fly
   From him to whom her sight
   Doth add so much above her might?
 Why should not she
 Still joy to reign in me?