As faire Ismenia forth did goe ,
A Saphire sparkled in each eye,
And on her cheek did Jesmines grow,
Bath'd in the Roses Purple dye.

But when I nearer came t'have plaid
Within the Sun-shine of her light,
She scorch'd me, in her beames betraid
Like sportive flyes to losse of sight.

What feare and reverence doth beget
Th'approach unto so bright a flame,
Which can extinguish with its heate,
And makes both love and death the same!