Come my Sweet, whilst ev'ry strain
cals our souls into theEare,
where the greedy listning 
fain would turn into the sound they heare;
left in desire to fill the quire themselves
they tye to harmony, 
let's kiss & call them back again.

Now let's orderly convey
Our Souls into each other's brest,
Where enterchanged let them stay
Slumb'ring in a melting rest;
Then with new fire
Let them retire,
And still present
Sweet fresh content
Youthfull as the clear day.