Dread Maiestie! that shin st through Beauties Skies
Regard me, cold Glasse , burning with thy Beames
Which lighting on the Christall of mine Eyes,
Do burne my Hart, through Them, with Heates extreames!
To whose amazing Light when I draw neere
I freeze, with Feare , and flame in Loues desire:
Then, lett thy Fauours glaunces thawe this Feare:
And, quench, with deerest Dropps of Grace , this fire
Yet in these sacred Flames Ile sacrifize
The harte of my poore Harte , to grace thy pow'r;
So thou, with Loue, wilt grace that exercize,
And giue me hart, when flames my Hart deuoure:
I gaue thee mine , o then give thine to me
That Mine , and Thine , bee One twixt Mee , and Thee!