Your faire lookes enflame my desire :
    Quench it againe with loue.
Stay, O striue not still to retire :
    Doe not in humane proue.
If loue may perswade,
    Loues pleasures, deere, denie not.
Heere is a silent grouie shade ;
    O tarrie then, and flie not.

Haue I seaz'd my heauenly delight
    In this vnhaunted groue ?
Time shall now her furie requite
    With the reuenge of loue.
Then come, sweetest, come,
    My lips with kisses gracing ;
Here let vs harbour all alone,
    Die, die in sweete embracing.

Will you now so timely depart,
    And not returne againe ?
Your sight lends such life to my hart
    That to depart is paine.
Feare yeelds no delay,
    Securenes helpeth pleasure :
Then, till the time giues safer stay,
    O farewell, my liues treasure.