Deere thy face is heaven to mee, 
And the presence of thine eyes; 
Is like that same light wee see, 
Which descendeth from the skies. 
O then since my heav'n thou art, 
And thine eyes my heav'nly light, 
Doe but think what 'tis to part 
And to leave thy blessed sight. 

If that Darknes still should maske
The fair visage of the sun,
Heav'n would tell us if we ask
All things would to ruine run:
O then since my heav'n thou art, 
and thine eyes my heav'nly light, 
doe but think what 'tis to part 
and to leave thy blessed sight. 

Sun and you like influence have
Which give light to things below,
You likewise from death doe save,
When you doe your beams but show:
O then since my sun thou art,
And thine eyes my heav'nly light,
Doe but grieve that I did part,
And was forc't to leave thy sight.