Like Sestos to Abydos wher my faire
Intoombed is, those neighbour turretts are
To this small roofe: an Hellespont the street
Yet not denying voice nor eyes to meer
Soe strait and favorable is it: not soe
As that which to Leanders praires sayd noe
Nor'st like it pav'd with terror but guives way
With too much ease to my fatall doomes-day
Soe that I with him have noe hopes to crye
Lett me goe scott free, in returning dye
For both are deadly and doe kill, the one
And gentler death is contemplation
Of her rich vertue-cloathing bewty rare
Beyond the reach of terreine wights compare
The other is returne or bannishment
From the fruishion of joy and content
Which though I suffer patience tells me 'tis
To add to th'second going greater bliss
Mine eyes shall fast cause once they did deprive
Me of all sence: ofte dying makes one live
The action saith, if soe i'le nor dispaire
To live and dye with her whom I coumpt faire.