Even as the lampe goeth out that oyle doth want,
Or as the Sunne doth fall in th'occident,
So did my hart within me gin to pant,
My vitall spirites away by little went:
When (taking on me pittie) graciously
My Mistres hem of garment trailing downe
Toucht mee, and mee revived suddenly:
Then if such vertue be within her gowne,
Imagin what doth stay her corps within,
Which who seeth, through sweetnes needs must sin.