Think not (fair love) that Chance my hand directed
To make my choice my chance; blinde Chance & hands
Could never see what most my minde affected;
But heav'n (that ever with chaste true love stands)
Lent eyes to see what most my heart respected:
Then do not thou resist what heav'n commands;
 But yeeld thee his, who must be ever thine:
 My heart thy altar is, my breast thy shrine;
Thy name for ever is, My brests chaste Valentine .