For infinite respectes to thee (sweete Lord )
My Muse doth consecrate these zealous lines ,
Which is the All her nothing can afford,
Serving for nothing but for true loue's signes.
To thee that do'st enioy fruite of his loines
From whose worst parts proceeded nought but good!
(Whose weakest worths , brake Envie's strongest foines )
These lines I send; and to his deerest blood .
Sweete couple that haue tasted sweete and sowre
The sweetest potion worldly weale can taste;
O let each other's sweetes that gaull devoure
Which with this sowre World's sweetes is interlac't:
And that you may doe so, your vnknowne yours ,
Will praie , so you vouchsafe to call him ours .